Leslie Quinn Hawke

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Welcome to Waleston! Prepare to fight for your life.

Waleston is an unknown little town in Washington state, located in the middle of forestry looking out at the unreachable ocean water.

A curse lies on the town. A curse that keeps the town excluded from the rest of the world. Although the town has our modern technology, the town is in fact suspended in time. No one in the town realizes they can’t leave. Any desire to leave is quickly burned out, which is part of the effects of the town.

But, that effect is only upon the townspeople. Visitors, when crossing the barrier of Waleston that keep anyone from leaving, are quickly trapped there with every intention of leaving. No one, and I mean, no one can leave.

If you thought that was the worst of the curse, you are sadly mistaken.

The Visitors (Being the people who come across the town by accident) are haunted by a monster in their dreams each night they sleep when they get to the town. A horrible, rabid creature that attempts to kill them each night. The nightmares are different to each Visitor but it’s all the same either way.

If being haunted by the Monster in their dreams wasn’t bad enough, every Full Moon, the Townspeople turn into rabid creatures who take pleasure in Cannibalism.

With no help from the Towns Fortuneteller, Katheryn Moody, who seems to be the only towns person who knows what’s going on, the Visitors are pretty much on their own.

Can the Visitors figure out the mystery of Katheryn and the Curse of Waleston?

We look forward to Roleplaying with you!

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"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 01:01:38 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

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She glances at her sister briefly before shrugging and finishing her laces. Pouring the dregs of her coffee down the sink she quickly rinses the cup before grabbing her keys from the counter. “Well, time to go then. How long are we going to be there this time?” She questioned, shutting the door behind Amelia and following her down the stairs.

As we walked into the elevator, I just realized, Leslie has my keys. We exited the elevator and I immediately stopped in front of her, causing her to stop abruptly. Putting on my aviators, I lifted my hand in front of her face and said, “Leslie…My keys.”

Sighing Leslie begins to search her bag for Amelia’s keys and eventually pulls them out by the novelty keychain. She casually chucks them at Amelia and resumes walking, extracting her favourite, fingerless gloves from the bag also as she walks. “So, is it in the usual place again?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said in a mock Southern accent. We walked down a flight of stairs that led to the parking garage. When we located my big, black, outdated truck, we opened the doors and settled in. I started the engine making my old machine roar to life. Before Leslie could make a crack at my truck, I said, “DO. NOT. HATE. ON. THE. TRUCK.” I pointed at her, making the warning amplify through my facial expression.

She held her palms up in mock surrender, feigning complete innocence at her sisters expense “Wasn’t going to.” Immediately she begins to rifle through the C.D’s in the side pocket, glancing over to Amelia as she started the car. “What should we put on?”

As I started to drive us out of the parking garage, I contemplated which CD we should listen to. Then, it hit me. I raised my eyebrow at her and said, “Coldplay, dude.” I adjusted my mirrors and glanced at her. “Mylo Xyloto, please and thank you.”

Slightly surprised Leslie nodded her head in approval and quickly found the disc, putting it in the C.D player. “So how long am I going to have to endure this fair today before I can go back to bed?” She took an apple and shaking her hair out the way, took a bite.

Before answering her insolent question, I pointed at the player and said, “Put on number two: Paradise.” As the music began, I listened along, answering Leslie, “We will be there until I have at least gained two pounds from eating nothing but Churros, fried Oreos, soft serve ice cream, and them big ass cinnamon pretzels.” I giggled at my use of improper grammar and sang along to Coldplay, “Dream of Para-Para-Paradise.“

Unable to suppress the entirety of her grin, a little bit showed on Leslie’s face as her sister joined in with the music. Quickly however, it was wiped away and she retorted. “If that’s the case, I’ll force feed you the second we get there and then drag you back to the car myself.” She began to shift in her seat and tug at the belt to get more comfortable. “Wake me up when we get there.” She yawned and nestled her head in her arms against the window.

I rolled my eyes at my sleepy older sister. I smirked as she cuddled into herself like a kid. I continued to sing along to Coldplay as I drove toward the enticing flow which the fair brought about. Before I even knew it, we were here. I found an empty parking space in the gravely area they held for Fair-goers. This was my favorite thing to do…I turned toward Miss Sleepy Leslie who seemed to roar from her deep snoring. I got really close to her and managed to unbuckle her seat belt and open her door without waking her. Then, I slowly brought myself back to the wheel and slammed on the horn like it was nobody’s business. “LESLIE! WE. ARE. HERE.” The truck’s horn blared with each word.

“Amelia!” Leslie spoke in a slow, warning voice as she sat herself up properly in her seat. “I’m giving you five seconds to run. If I were you, I’d make the most of it considering how much faster I am.” She growled at her younger sister as she clambered from the car. “ONE!” She bellowed and took a small step towards her. Nothing like chasing a younger sister around a full parking lot to wake you up. “TWO!”

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 00:48:18 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

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She glances at her sister briefly before shrugging and finishing her laces. Pouring the dregs of her coffee down the sink she quickly rinses the cup before grabbing her keys from the counter. “Well, time to go then. How long are we going to be there this time?” She questioned, shutting the door behind Amelia and following her down the stairs.

As we walked into the elevator, I just realized, Leslie has my keys. We exited the elevator and I immediately stopped in front of her, causing her to stop abruptly. Putting on my aviators, I lifted my hand in front of her face and said, “Leslie…My keys.”

Sighing Leslie begins to search her bag for Amelia’s keys and eventually pulls them out by the novelty keychain. She casually chucks them at Amelia and resumes walking, extracting her favourite, fingerless gloves from the bag also as she walks. “So, is it in the usual place again?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said in a mock Southern accent. We walked down a flight of stairs that led to the parking garage. When we located my big, black, outdated truck, we opened the doors and settled in. I started the engine making my old machine roar to life. Before Leslie could make a crack at my truck, I said, “DO. NOT. HATE. ON. THE. TRUCK.” I pointed at her, making the warning amplify through my facial expression.

She held her palms up in mock surrender, feigning complete innocence at her sisters expense “Wasn’t going to.” Immediately she begins to rifle through the C.D’s in the side pocket, glancing over to Amelia as she started the car. “What should we put on?”

As I started to drive us out of the parking garage, I contemplated which CD we should listen to. Then, it hit me. I raised my eyebrow at her and said, “Coldplay, dude.” I adjusted my mirrors and glanced at her. “Mylo Xyloto, please and thank you.”

Slightly surprised Leslie nodded her head in approval and quickly found the disc, putting it in the C.D player. “So how long am I going to have to endure this fair today before I can go back to bed?” She took an apple and shaking her hair out the way, took a bite.

Before answering her insolent question, I pointed at the player and said, “Put on number two: Paradise.” As the music began, I listened along, answering Leslie, “We will be there until I have at least gained two pounds from eating nothing but Churros, fried Oreos, soft serve ice cream, and them big ass cinnamon pretzels.” I giggled at my use of improper grammar and sang along to Coldplay, “Dream of Para-Para-Paradise.“

Unable to suppress the entirety of her grin, a little bit showed on Leslie’s face as her sister joined in with the music. Quickly however, it was wiped away and she retorted. “If that’s the case, I’ll force feed you the second we get there and then drag you back to the car myself.” She began to shift in her seat and tug at the belt to get more comfortable. “Wake me up when we get there.” She yawned and nestled her head in her arms against the window.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 07:51:14 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

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She glances at her sister briefly before shrugging and finishing her laces. Pouring the dregs of her coffee down the sink she quickly rinses the cup before grabbing her keys from the counter. “Well, time to go then. How long are we going to be there this time?” She questioned, shutting the door behind Amelia and following her down the stairs.

As we walked into the elevator, I just realized, Leslie has my keys. We exited the elevator and I immediately stopped in front of her, causing her to stop abruptly. Putting on my aviators, I lifted my hand in front of her face and said, “Leslie…My keys.”

Sighing Leslie begins to search her bag for Amelia’s keys and eventually pulls them out by the novelty keychain. She casually chucks them at Amelia and resumes walking, extracting her favourite, fingerless gloves from the bag also as she walks. “So, is it in the usual place again?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said in a mock Southern accent. We walked down a flight of stairs that led to the parking garage. When we located my big, black, outdated truck, we opened the doors and settled in. I started the engine making my old machine roar to life. Before Leslie could make a crack at my truck, I said, “DO. NOT. HATE. ON. THE. TRUCK.” I pointed at her, making the warning amplify through my facial expression.

She held her palms up in mock surrender, feigning complete innocence at her sisters expense “Wasn’t going to.” Immediately she begins to rifle through the C.D’s in the side pocket, glancing over to Amelia as she started the car. “What should we put on?”

As I started to drive us out of the parking garage, I contemplated which CD we should listen to. Then, it hit me. I raised my eyebrow at her and said, “Coldplay, dude.” I adjusted my mirrors and glanced at her. “Mylo Xyloto, please and thank you.”

Slightly surprised Leslie nodded her head in approval and quickly found the disc, putting it in the C.D player. “So how long am I going to have to endure this fair today before I can go back to bed?” She took an apple and shaking her hair out the way, took a bite.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 00:20:10 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

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She glances at her sister briefly before shrugging and finishing her laces. Pouring the dregs of her coffee down the sink she quickly rinses the cup before grabbing her keys from the counter. “Well, time to go then. How long are we going to be there this time?” She questioned, shutting the door behind Amelia and following her down the stairs.

As we walked into the elevator, I just realized, Leslie has my keys. We exited the elevator and I immediately stopped in front of her, causing her to stop abruptly. Putting on my aviators, I lifted my hand in front of her face and said, “Leslie…My keys.”

Sighing Leslie begins to search her bag for Amelia’s keys and eventually pulls them out by the novelty keychain. She casually chucks them at Amelia and resumes walking, extracting her favourite, fingerless gloves from the bag also as she walks. “So, is it in the usual place again?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said in a mock Southern accent. We walked down a flight of stairs that led to the parking garage. When we located my big, black, outdated truck, we opened the doors and settled in. I started the engine making my old machine roar to life. Before Leslie could make a crack at my truck, I said, “DO. NOT. HATE. ON. THE. TRUCK.” I pointed at her, making the warning amplify through my facial expression.

She held her palms up in mock surrender, feigning complete innocence at her sisters expense “Wasn’t going to.” Immediately she begins to rifle through the C.D’s in the side pocket, glancing over to Amelia as she started the car. “What should we put on?”

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 00:05:13 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

She glances at her sister briefly before shrugging and finishing her laces. Pouring the dregs of her coffee down the sink she quickly rinses the cup before grabbing her keys from the counter. “Well, time to go then. How long are we going to be there this time?” She questioned, shutting the door behind Amelia and following her down the stairs.

As we walked into the elevator, I just realized, Leslie has my keys. We exited the elevator and I immediately stopped in front of her, causing her to stop abruptly. Putting on my aviators, I lifted my hand in front of her face and said, “Leslie…My keys.”

Sighing Leslie begins to search her bag for Amelia’s keys and eventually pulls them out by the novelty keychain. She casually chucks them at Amelia and resumes walking, extracting her favourite, fingerless gloves from the bag also as she walks. “So, is it in the usual place again?”

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 21:57:17 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

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As I thought of a way to answer her question, I hoped to derail the conversation by, again, disregarding the question. “Yes, I will not deny, I have fancy clothing. I like all my clothes. But, I do still wear most of the your hand-me-downs because they actually fit right.” I sat at the counter on the spinning chair of death. It took all my willpower not to spin till I puked. “I guess I splurge on clothing because I had to live in your hand-me-downs! You were always getting new clothes! Now, I have money to pay for my own.” Placing my hand lightly on my forehead, I said, dramatically, my voice deepening in tone, “It is my weakness.”

Keeping her back to her sister as she pours her cup of coffee Leslie couldn’t help but smirk to herself, realising just how much she had influenced her little sister. “‘Cause I was older. But you’re still dodging my question…” She takes a moment to watch Amelia before pressing on “Are you going to meet a guy there or something?” She hoped the pressure would finally get her the answer of why she was so rudely dragged from bed.

Fiddling with my hands underneath the counter top, I shifted in my seat. “No, not a guy, it’s just…” I figured there was no use to lie to her. “It’s because, we’ve gone every year…Dad started the tradition and, with him how he is, I wanted to keep that legacy going.” I gave her a half smile as I looked at her. “We had some good times at the fair with Dad. Like, remember when I threw up on that lady after the Tilt-a-Whirl? She was so pissed off! I remember her yelling, ‘I’m going to fucking murder you!’ And Dad threw lemonade in her face! Remember that?”

Leslie blinked in surprise, having trouble remembering the previous years visit. “Well you should have just said so. Jeez Amelia, it’s me, not mom.” She rolls her eyes at her sister and goes to the fridge to search for an apple to take out with them, knowing she would get hungry later. “Don’t suppose you’d grab my red converse for me would you?” she asks while rifling through the huge draw of fruit in the bottom of the fridge. “It would get us out of the house faster.”

I watched as she hid her face while rummaging through the fridge. “Yeah, sure.” I said, breaking out of the rush of thoughts crossing my mind. I jumped off the chair and grabbed her red Converse from her collections of beaten up and worn down shoes. “Well, you don’t really remember previous years since you were drunk in most of them.” I called to her. I found myself staring at the mess of broken shoes. “Leslie,” I called to her, looking at the shoes. “Do you need some new shoes?” I already knew she needed them.

Finally finding the Granny Smiths at the bottom she pulled out two and washed them, casually commenting “Nope, I like my shoes worn down. Much more comfy.” She grabs a paper towel and dries the apples off, putting one into her bag when done and chucking the other to Amelia, swiping the converse from the floor where they were dropped in front of her. “Am I really drunk that much?” She queried as she inserted one foot into the shoe and began to tie the laces.

I caught the flying apple and bounced in my palm. Scoffing, I looked at her like:

and said, my voice wavering deeply, “You’re a fucking alcoholic!”

She glances at her sister briefly before shrugging and finishing her laces. Pouring the dregs of her coffee down the sink she quickly rinses the cup before grabbing her keys from the counter. “Well, time to go then. How long are we going to be there this time?” She questioned, shutting the door behind Amelia and following her down the stairs.

Well, I guess I have to agree with you there. Amelia is a bit full of herself and overconfident. I'd hate living with her...What a bitch.

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 21:50:24 +0000

Hey! Only I get to insult my sister. *Glares at anon*

Now, is that any way to treat an anonymous guest? I mean, you have no idea who I am. I could be the bloody Queen and you would've just insulted her.

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 21:38:58 +0000

Do I look like I care? I’m an American. She can’t touch me. *Pauses* Can she? *Shrugs* Whatever. Prison would be a nice break from Amelia.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 21:35:43 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

ameliapiper:

As I thought of a way to answer her question, I hoped to derail the conversation by, again, disregarding the question. “Yes, I will not deny, I have fancy clothing. I like all my clothes. But, I do still wear most of the your hand-me-downs because they actually fit right.” I sat at the counter on the spinning chair of death. It took all my willpower not to spin till I puked. “I guess I splurge on clothing because I had to live in your hand-me-downs! You were always getting new clothes! Now, I have money to pay for my own.” Placing my hand lightly on my forehead, I said, dramatically, my voice deepening in tone, “It is my weakness.”

Keeping her back to her sister as she pours her cup of coffee Leslie couldn’t help but smirk to herself, realising just how much she had influenced her little sister. “‘Cause I was older. But you’re still dodging my question…” She takes a moment to watch Amelia before pressing on “Are you going to meet a guy there or something?” She hoped the pressure would finally get her the answer of why she was so rudely dragged from bed.

Fiddling with my hands underneath the counter top, I shifted in my seat. “No, not a guy, it’s just…” I figured there was no use to lie to her. “It’s because, we’ve gone every year…Dad started the tradition and, with him how he is, I wanted to keep that legacy going.” I gave her a half smile as I looked at her. “We had some good times at the fair with Dad. Like, remember when I threw up on that lady after the Tilt-a-Whirl? She was so pissed off! I remember her yelling, ‘I’m going to fucking murder you!’ And Dad threw lemonade in her face! Remember that?”

Leslie blinked in surprise, having trouble remembering the previous years visit. “Well you should have just said so. Jeez Amelia, it’s me, not mom.” She rolls her eyes at her sister and goes to the fridge to search for an apple to take out with them, knowing she would get hungry later. “Don’t suppose you’d grab my red converse for me would you?” she asks while rifling through the huge draw of fruit in the bottom of the fridge. “It would get us out of the house faster.”

I watched as she hid her face while rummaging through the fridge. “Yeah, sure.” I said, breaking out of the rush of thoughts crossing my mind. I jumped off the chair and grabbed her red Converse from her collections of beaten up and worn down shoes. “Well, you don’t really remember previous years since you were drunk in most of them.” I called to her. I found myself staring at the mess of broken shoes. “Leslie,” I called to her, looking at the shoes. “Do you need some new shoes?” I already knew she needed them.

Finally finding the Granny Smiths at the bottom she pulled out two and washed them, casually commenting “Nope, I like my shoes worn down. Much more comfy.” She grabs a paper towel and dries the apples off, putting one into her bag when done and chucking the other to Amelia, swiping the converse from the floor where they were dropped in front of her. “Am I really drunk that much?” She queried as she inserted one foot into the shoe and began to tie the laces.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 21:02:53 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

ameliapiper:

As I thought of a way to answer her question, I hoped to derail the conversation by, again, disregarding the question. “Yes, I will not deny, I have fancy clothing. I like all my clothes. But, I do still wear most of the your hand-me-downs because they actually fit right.” I sat at the counter on the spinning chair of death. It took all my willpower not to spin till I puked. “I guess I splurge on clothing because I had to live in your hand-me-downs! You were always getting new clothes! Now, I have money to pay for my own.” Placing my hand lightly on my forehead, I said, dramatically, my voice deepening in tone, “It is my weakness.”

Keeping her back to her sister as she pours her cup of coffee Leslie couldn’t help but smirk to herself, realising just how much she had influenced her little sister. “‘Cause I was older. But you’re still dodging my question…” She takes a moment to watch Amelia before pressing on “Are you going to meet a guy there or something?” She hoped the pressure would finally get her the answer of why she was so rudely dragged from bed.

Fiddling with my hands underneath the counter top, I shifted in my seat. “No, not a guy, it’s just…” I figured there was no use to lie to her. “It’s because, we’ve gone every year…Dad started the tradition and, with him how he is, I wanted to keep that legacy going.” I gave her a half smile as I looked at her. “We had some good times at the fair with Dad. Like, remember when I threw up on that lady after the Tilt-a-Whirl? She was so pissed off! I remember her yelling, ‘I’m going to fucking murder you!’ And Dad threw lemonade in her face! Remember that?”

Leslie blinked in surprise, having trouble remembering the previous years visit. “Well you should have just said so. Jeez Amelia, it’s me, not mom.” She rolls her eyes at her sister and goes to the fridge to search for an apple to take out with them, knowing she would get hungry later. “Don’t suppose you’d grab my red converse for me would you?” she asks while rifling through the huge draw of fruit in the bottom of the fridge. “It would get us out of the house faster.”

No no! I'm good. I'm better than good...I don't like coffee much anyway.

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 20:57:37 +0000

Then I suggest you get outta here before I’m tempted to show you.

So, how did that coffee work out for ya?

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 20:49:37 +0000

*Glares at anon* Wanna find out? *Threateningly holds up the pot*

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 20:45:49 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

As I thought of a way to answer her question, I hoped to derail the conversation by, again, disregarding the question. “Yes, I will not deny, I have fancy clothing. I like all my clothes. But, I do still wear most of the your hand-me-downs because they actually fit right.” I sat at the counter on the spinning chair of death. It took all my willpower not to spin till I puked. “I guess I splurge on clothing because I had to live in your hand-me-downs! You were always getting new clothes! Now, I have money to pay for my own.” Placing my hand lightly on my forehead, I said, dramatically, my voice deepening in tone, “It is my weakness.”

Keeping her back to her sister as she pours her cup of coffee Leslie couldn’t help but smirk to herself, realising just how much she had influenced her little sister. “‘Cause I was older. But you’re still dodging my question…” She takes a moment to watch Amelia before pressing on “Are you going to meet a guy there or something?” She hoped the pressure would finally get her the answer of why she was so rudely dragged from bed.

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Thu, 09 Feb 2012 20:37:33 +0000

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"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 20:37:10 +0000

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Understanding her sisters meaning perfectly Leslie smirks and shakes her head, chucking a pair of torn jeans onto the bed and beginning to shuffle through her shirts, looking for something appropriate for the warm weather. “Well, if you want to spend more time with me, come hang out at the bar more often.” Wanting to get one more insult in she quickly adds “Or is it not sophisticated enough for someone so famous as you?” Before any words can escape Amelia’s mouth.

I rolled my eyes and got up from the spinning chair of death. Not caring about the naked Leslie who was throwing on her clothes, I walked into her room. I stood in front of the mirror and realized what I had thrown on. I picked at the lint on my oversized black sweater while I stared at the transparent black tights and the short black shorts that made it look like I wasn’t wearing a bottom because my sweater was abnormally large. I also had to fix the lace on my mid calf Doc Martens ‘cause they too wanted to make a statement. I fixed the dark grey skull slouch beanie, running my fingers through loose strands of blonde in the process. I really hope people don’t think I’ve decided to go commando where shorts are concerned. I thought. “Maybe I would hang out more in the bar if you didn’t always give me the ‘Oh, you again.’ voice every time I stop by for a visit.” I reached for her makeup bag, borrowing her black eyeliner. Lining my eyes, I informed her, “You may want to wear something warmer. I checked the temperature and it’s maybe about fifty-five degrees outside. Oh, and thanks for letting me borrow that.” I tossed the eyeliner back into the bag. Then I turned partially and looked at her, sincerity oozing as I spoke. “Leslie, sometimes I think you don’t really want anything to do with me.” I gave her a half smile and continued to look at her.

“Ouch.” Leslie over-dramatises her hand on heart movement and looks at Amelia as serious as she could “Sister you wound me.” Her sarcastic comment was accompanied by a pair of false puppy dog eyes. Glancing at her multi-purpose clock she noted that Amelia was, once again, correct and automatically begins to search for her favourite denim jacket. She pulls it on casually, as if it were her intention the entire time. Heading for her drawers Leslie calmly comments “Come on,” as she pulls out her straighteners “you stick out like a sore thumb in there with your designer clothes and designer shades.” Still speaking she sits down and begins to work on her hair, dragging a small mirror in front of her. “I mean, it’s a wonder you haven’t been mugged in the bathroom yet…..Chuck me my make-up bag?” She doesn’t even glance at her sister as she speaks. When the spotted little pouch fly’s towards her she snatches it from the air and resumes her hair straightening, focused on her movements. “Thanks.” Finishing up she throws a quick glance at Amelia, unsure as to why she was still in the room. Pulling out her eyeliner she applies it as she continues to speak. “Why do you want to go to this fair so badly anyway? I mean, the last few that came around here were such a dud, what makes you think this one’s gonna’ be any different?” Dropping her eyeliner back into the bag Leslie begins to search for her lip gloss, ensuring she had the right colour before applying it.

I watched as she straightened her hair as I crossed my arms across my chest. Disregarding her question and remarking her comment about being a sore thumb, I said, “Your just upset because I have naturally straight hair and I have the money to buy nice clothing.” I arched my eyebrow as I examined her face. She’s wondering why I’m still here. I grabbed her desk chair and turned it around so I could face her. I plopped down, crossing my legs, arms still crossed. “And come on, Leslie. You know I’m not anywhere near wearing ‘Designer—” I made air quotation motions with my fingers. “Clothing’ today. I threw on mom’s old sweater, tights from Walmart, your hand-me-down black shorts, and, oh look, a tank top from Old Navy!” I let my sweater fall back into position. “The most expensive thing I’m wearing are my boots. And this hat I designed myself, so, YES…FREE CLOTHING!” I smiled and giggled lightly. I realized I was being rather pompous, but whatever I could do to avoid answering that question would be done.

“Nice to know you’ve been paying attention.” Leslie comments shortly as she strides towards her drawers and puts her straighteners and make up bag away. “But you can’t deny you quite often buy expensive clothes. I mean, look at your closet, it’s so full of all those fancy outfits and here I am with a ton of cheap denim and shirts.” Quickly running her eyes over her appearance as she passes the mirror Leslie takes note of her hair and begins to search for something to put in it. Finally finding her favourite checker bow she slips it in and grabs her beaded, leather bag along with the usual items. “Still haven’t answered my question though. Why do you want to go to this fair so badly?” Leslie busy’s herself with making some more coffee in the kitchen.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:08:00 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

Understanding her sisters meaning perfectly Leslie smirks and shakes her head, chucking a pair of torn jeans onto the bed and beginning to shuffle through her shirts, looking for something appropriate for the warm weather. “Well, if you want to spend more time with me, come hang out at the bar more often.” Wanting to get one more insult in she quickly adds “Or is it not sophisticated enough for someone so famous as you?” Before any words can escape Amelia’s mouth.

I rolled my eyes and got up from the spinning chair of death. Not caring about the naked Leslie who was throwing on her clothes, I walked into her room. I stood in front of the mirror and realized what I had thrown on. I picked at the lint on my oversized black sweater while I stared at the transparent black tights and the short black shorts that made it look like I wasn’t wearing a bottom because my sweater was abnormally large. I also had to fix the lace on my mid calf Doc Martens ‘cause they too wanted to make a statement. I fixed the dark grey skull slouch beanie, running my fingers through loose strands of blonde in the process. I really hope people don’t think I’ve decided to go commando where shorts are concerned. I thought. “Maybe I would hang out more in the bar if you didn’t always give me the ‘Oh, you again.’ voice every time I stop by for a visit.” I reached for her makeup bag, borrowing her black eyeliner. Lining my eyes, I informed her, “You may want to wear something warmer. I checked the temperature and it’s maybe about fifty-five degrees outside. Oh, and thanks for letting me borrow that.” I tossed the eyeliner back into the bag. Then I turned partially and looked at her, sincerity oozing as I spoke. “Leslie, sometimes I think you don’t really want anything to do with me.” I gave her a half smile and continued to look at her.

“Ouch.” Leslie over-dramatises her hand on heart movement and looks at Amelia as serious as she could “Sister you wound me.” Her sarcastic comment was accompanied by a pair of false puppy dog eyes. Glancing at her multi-purpose clock she noted that Amelia was, once again, correct and automatically begins to search for her favourite denim jacket. She pulls it on casually, as if it were her intention the entire time. Heading for her drawers Leslie calmly comments “Come on,” as she pulls out her straighteners “you stick out like a sore thumb in there with your designer clothes and designer shades.” Still speaking she sits down and begins to work on her hair, dragging a small mirror in front of her. “I mean, it’s a wonder you haven’t been mugged in the bathroom yet…..Chuck me my make-up bag?” She doesn’t even glance at her sister as she speaks. When the spotted little pouch fly’s towards her she snatches it from the air and resumes her hair straightening, focused on her movements. “Thanks.” Finishing up she throws a quick glance at Amelia, unsure as to why she was still in the room. Pulling out her eyeliner she applies it as she continues to speak. “Why do you want to go to this fair so badly anyway? I mean, the last few that came around here were such a dud, what makes you think this one’s gonna’ be any different?” Dropping her eyeliner back into the bag Leslie begins to search for her lip gloss, ensuring she had the right colour before applying it.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 02:16:09 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

Furrowing her brow she confusedly replied “Amelia. What the fuck are you babbling about?” hurriedly Leslie begins to wash the shampoo from her hair, frowning even deeper at the tendrils of red streaming away with the white bubbles. “I know you started hallucinating, but I wasn’t after that. I was looking for a better job if you remember correctly.”

“Oh, I remember.” I replied, recognizing the frown in her voice. “And that wasn’t what you told—-Is your hair color washing out again?” I looked at the tips of my own blonde hair. “You have the ‘Oh, no! My hair color is washing out again.’ voice.”

Unable to contain it Leslie rolls her eyes despite no one around to witness it. “You’ve pinned a voice to every expression imaginable for me.” She bites her lip and glances down at the red falling down the drain before sighing and admitting Amelia’s theory “,but yes. It is coming out again. I’ll have to get some more dye later.” Finally content with the temperature and smell off her body she steps out of the shower and immediately wraps a towel around her and begins to dry herself before sitting it comfortably around her waist. Snatching a second, smaller towel she begins to squeeze the water from her hair and strolls into her room to search for something to wear.

I laughed, this time out loud. “At least I was right.” I replied. “I know my sister…Just like how you match my face with every emotion.” I started tinkering with a weird bobble head on the counter. Flicking it’s head, I continued, “We’re just that connected and that good. It proves we spend too much time together…Yet it’s not enough time together.” The bobble head shook frantically.

Understanding her sisters meaning perfectly Leslie smirks and shakes her head, chucking a pair of torn jeans onto the bed and beginning to shuffle through her shirts, looking for something appropriate for the warm weather. “Well, if you want to spend more time with me, come hang out at the bar more often.” Wanting to get one more insult in she quickly adds “Or is it not sophisticated enough for someone so famous as you?” Before any words can escape Amelia’s mouth.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 02:04:33 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

Furrowing her brow she confusedly replied “Amelia. What the fuck are you babbling about?” hurriedly Leslie begins to wash the shampoo from her hair, frowning even deeper at the tendrils of red streaming away with the white bubbles. “I know you started hallucinating, but I wasn’t after that. I was looking for a better job if you remember correctly.”

“Oh, I remember.” I replied, recognizing the frown in her voice. “And that wasn’t what you told—-Is your hair color washing out again?” I looked at the tips of my own blonde hair. “You have the ‘Oh, no! My hair color is washing out again.’ voice.”

Unable to contain it Leslie rolls her eyes despite no one around to witness it. “You’ve pinned a voice to every expression imaginable for me.” She bites her lip and glances down at the red falling down the drain before sighing and admitting Amelia’s theory “,but yes. It is coming out again. I’ll have to get some more dye later.” Finally content with the temperature and smell off her body she steps out of the shower and immediately wraps a towel around her and begins to dry herself before sitting it comfortably around her waist. Snatching a second, smaller towel she begins to squeeze the water from her hair and strolls into her room to search for something to wear.

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!"

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 01:43:39 +0000

"Leslie. Leslie! LESLIE!!":

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

ameliapiper:

lesliequinn:

“Well that’s the plan!” She calls through the door, finishing with the ointment and beginning to undress for the shower. “Keep you waiting ‘till you your old and shrivelled.” Switching the water on she sets it to a cool temperature to soothe the heat radiating from the burns. After a moment of looking down at the now reddened skin she calls out again “You know, normal people use water!”

I chuckled lightly under my breath. “Well, be honest,” I called back. “Do you actually think you would’ve gotten out of bed if I poured water on you?” I started spinning in the chair at the counter. “I mean, we’ve done this dance before.” I continued. “All you did was grumble and go back to sleep while you and the bed were soaking wet.”

“Well it had been days since I slept that time.” Her defensive retort comes out automatically as she recalls the last time liquid was required to get her from bed. Smoothing the red hair back and drenching it in the cooling water Leslie relishes the relieving effect it had on her skin.

“And who’s fault was that?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. Not giving her a chance to answer, I told her, “That’s right. Yours.” I started to spin again, getting dizzy from the motion. “You were the one who insisted to stay up for four days straight after we recalled what happened to me when I didn’t sleep for three days. I still don’t understand why you wanted to see the frog people? Hallucinating that frog people are invading your home after three days of no sleep is not exactly what I call fun.” I started picking at my nails. “I felt like I was schizophrenic.”

Furrowing her brow she confusedly replied “Amelia. What the fuck are you babbling about?” hurriedly Leslie begins to wash the shampoo from her hair, frowning even deeper at the tendrils of red streaming away with the white bubbles. “I know you started hallucinating, but I wasn’t after that. I was looking for a better job if you remember correctly.”