Lorna and Marie: Attack of the emo-muppet
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xp_logsLorna decides that Marie is going out – whether she wants to or not.
For trying to avoid people, Marie seemed to be running into them left and right any time she ventured from out into the mansion. Retreating to her room had seemed like the safest option after her run ins with Kurt and Nate; while both had ended well, they also made her realize that she wasn’t the most cheerful or pleasant person to be around.
She had pulled a chair up next to the window and was peering through the curtains at the lawn outside, watching some of the children kick a ball around. Sighing, she let the material slide loose from her fingers as a wave of melancholy washed over her, along with the memory of playing similar games back in Meridian. She still wasn’t sure what to think about the place or her family, but every little thing seemed to be triggering memories.
Lorna rapped on the door, her hair already twisted up in a complicated arrangement, held in place by a finely threaded silver wire, her make up done and her clothes appropriately arranged. "Marie, I know you're in there. Open up."
“Sorry, nobody’s home. Try back some other day,” Marie called out. That could work, right? She’ll just go on her way.
The funny thing about door locks, they were surprisingly ineffective against a magnekinetic. Lorna opened the door and waltzed in. "I knew it. You're not even dressed. What the heck, it's practically 8. Fashionably late is one thing but you're pushing it."
“Ah told you Ah wasn’t going.” Marie self-consciously straightened her pajamas as she took in Lorna’s appearance. “Rain check, ok? Y’all go and have fun, Ah’d just bring ya down.”
"And you owe me a shot and we haven't even gotten there. That attitude is going to have you dancing on the bar before long, Marie." Lorna walked over to Marie's closet and started going through it, hangers rattled while Lorna hummed off-key.
The dirty look Marie shot at Lorna would have fazed a lesser woman. Crossing her arms, she remained firmly seated in her chair and glared at the green headed maniac sorting through her clothes. “Ah can’t owe you a shot if Ah never make it there,” she pointed out. “’sides, only time Ah’ve ever been drunk is when Ah was matching Logan shot for shot. Doubt any of you gals would be able to keep up with me.”
Lorna broke off humming and sent Marie an approving look. "That's more like it. We're going for bitchy women power tonight, not mopey emo out of control of our own destinies. Fuck the precogs." She selected a deep teal satin tank top with a beaded bodice and sent it in Marie's direction. "Strip, already. Glaring at me won't get you dressed."
Plucking the top out of the air, Marie’s hand fell to her side. She had been about to tell Lorna very insistently that she was staying in her room tonight, come hell or high water…but something stopped her. “Fuck the precogs,” she repeated softly, though she still didn’t move to change her clothes.
Lorna threw a long black skirt her direction, noting with approval that it was slit to the thigh then moved to find some stockings. "Precogs are all crazy. They see people as pawns. That's crazy. Even they admit that it's all about the choices made today. And tonight, we are going to get dressed, go out, and have fun."
“Choices,” Marie said bitterly. “Ah don’t want to hear another word about damn choices and decisions that could mean this or that or the other for the world.” Somehow, Lorna had said the few key words needed to penetrate the fog Marie had been in for the past few days. “The only fucking choice Ah’m making tonight is to drink until y’all have to carry me home.” Sliding out of her pajamas, she tossed them in a corner and began putting on the clothes Lorna tossed her way, all the time muttering under her breath. Every now and then a few words would become audible. “….damn know-it-all….plan this…Ah’ll show you what to do with that cat…”
Lorna wasn't sure exactly what she'd said that worked, though she'd read the mission report Marie filed enough to know what direction to go in, so she just shut her mouth and finished finding things for Marie to wear, finishing the outfit off with a truly impressive pair of boots that could only be described as ass kicking. "Makeup?" Lorna was of the opinion that Marie should never do anything with her hair.
Marie had always subscribed to the less is more camp when it came to makeup, but she nodded and disappeared into her bathroom to apply lipstick and a little mascara. Emerging back into her room, she smoothed the silk of her gloves and walked to the full-length mirror, looking herself up and down as she spun in a slow circle.
Lorna whistled at her, then glanced at the clock, "All right, finally. You're looking hot and we're ready to go." She grabbed Marie's wrist and dragged her off.
“You look good too,” she said meekly as Lorna pulled her out of the room and down the hall. The closer they got to the door of the mansion, the higher Marie’s misgivings about going out again rose in her mind. She opened her mouth to express her doubts, then firmly snapped it shut at the thought that Lorna would just tell her she owed her another drink. After all, she didn’t have to stay for too long…she could probably drink them all under the table fairly quickly and then slip back to her room when they were distracted.
Lorna opened the car door long before they got there and pushed Marie into the passenger seat, sensing the growing reluctance despite her completely headblind nature. She was being autocratic and dictatorial. But, then again, why change what worked? "You can pick the music," she said graciously.
As the seatbelt fastened itself, Marie realized she had already lost the battle and she shot one last glare at Lorna, but there was no heat in it. Setting the dial to her favorite country station, Marie leaned back into the seat and found herself almost unwillingly humming along to “Black Velvet.” It was hard to stay moody when she was dressed to kill and one of her favorite tunes was playing on the radio, so in the song and a half it took to reach Harry’s her mood noticeably lifted.
Lorna hopped out of the car into the crisp summer night. "Looks like we beat the rush. Come on, let's go grab a table and order drinks. You need your first shot."
Trailing only a step or two behind the slightly older woman, Marie blinked as her eyes adjusted to the smoke filled interior. Nodding at a few of the regulars, she made her way over to one of the larger tables and took a seat. A waitress quickly took the girls’ order and returned swiftly, handing each of them a bright red concoction. “To paving our own way,” Marie said as she held her glass up.
For trying to avoid people, Marie seemed to be running into them left and right any time she ventured from out into the mansion. Retreating to her room had seemed like the safest option after her run ins with Kurt and Nate; while both had ended well, they also made her realize that she wasn’t the most cheerful or pleasant person to be around.
She had pulled a chair up next to the window and was peering through the curtains at the lawn outside, watching some of the children kick a ball around. Sighing, she let the material slide loose from her fingers as a wave of melancholy washed over her, along with the memory of playing similar games back in Meridian. She still wasn’t sure what to think about the place or her family, but every little thing seemed to be triggering memories.
Lorna rapped on the door, her hair already twisted up in a complicated arrangement, held in place by a finely threaded silver wire, her make up done and her clothes appropriately arranged. "Marie, I know you're in there. Open up."
“Sorry, nobody’s home. Try back some other day,” Marie called out. That could work, right? She’ll just go on her way.
The funny thing about door locks, they were surprisingly ineffective against a magnekinetic. Lorna opened the door and waltzed in. "I knew it. You're not even dressed. What the heck, it's practically 8. Fashionably late is one thing but you're pushing it."
“Ah told you Ah wasn’t going.” Marie self-consciously straightened her pajamas as she took in Lorna’s appearance. “Rain check, ok? Y’all go and have fun, Ah’d just bring ya down.”
"And you owe me a shot and we haven't even gotten there. That attitude is going to have you dancing on the bar before long, Marie." Lorna walked over to Marie's closet and started going through it, hangers rattled while Lorna hummed off-key.
The dirty look Marie shot at Lorna would have fazed a lesser woman. Crossing her arms, she remained firmly seated in her chair and glared at the green headed maniac sorting through her clothes. “Ah can’t owe you a shot if Ah never make it there,” she pointed out. “’sides, only time Ah’ve ever been drunk is when Ah was matching Logan shot for shot. Doubt any of you gals would be able to keep up with me.”
Lorna broke off humming and sent Marie an approving look. "That's more like it. We're going for bitchy women power tonight, not mopey emo out of control of our own destinies. Fuck the precogs." She selected a deep teal satin tank top with a beaded bodice and sent it in Marie's direction. "Strip, already. Glaring at me won't get you dressed."
Plucking the top out of the air, Marie’s hand fell to her side. She had been about to tell Lorna very insistently that she was staying in her room tonight, come hell or high water…but something stopped her. “Fuck the precogs,” she repeated softly, though she still didn’t move to change her clothes.
Lorna threw a long black skirt her direction, noting with approval that it was slit to the thigh then moved to find some stockings. "Precogs are all crazy. They see people as pawns. That's crazy. Even they admit that it's all about the choices made today. And tonight, we are going to get dressed, go out, and have fun."
“Choices,” Marie said bitterly. “Ah don’t want to hear another word about damn choices and decisions that could mean this or that or the other for the world.” Somehow, Lorna had said the few key words needed to penetrate the fog Marie had been in for the past few days. “The only fucking choice Ah’m making tonight is to drink until y’all have to carry me home.” Sliding out of her pajamas, she tossed them in a corner and began putting on the clothes Lorna tossed her way, all the time muttering under her breath. Every now and then a few words would become audible. “….damn know-it-all….plan this…Ah’ll show you what to do with that cat…”
Lorna wasn't sure exactly what she'd said that worked, though she'd read the mission report Marie filed enough to know what direction to go in, so she just shut her mouth and finished finding things for Marie to wear, finishing the outfit off with a truly impressive pair of boots that could only be described as ass kicking. "Makeup?" Lorna was of the opinion that Marie should never do anything with her hair.
Marie had always subscribed to the less is more camp when it came to makeup, but she nodded and disappeared into her bathroom to apply lipstick and a little mascara. Emerging back into her room, she smoothed the silk of her gloves and walked to the full-length mirror, looking herself up and down as she spun in a slow circle.
Lorna whistled at her, then glanced at the clock, "All right, finally. You're looking hot and we're ready to go." She grabbed Marie's wrist and dragged her off.
“You look good too,” she said meekly as Lorna pulled her out of the room and down the hall. The closer they got to the door of the mansion, the higher Marie’s misgivings about going out again rose in her mind. She opened her mouth to express her doubts, then firmly snapped it shut at the thought that Lorna would just tell her she owed her another drink. After all, she didn’t have to stay for too long…she could probably drink them all under the table fairly quickly and then slip back to her room when they were distracted.
Lorna opened the car door long before they got there and pushed Marie into the passenger seat, sensing the growing reluctance despite her completely headblind nature. She was being autocratic and dictatorial. But, then again, why change what worked? "You can pick the music," she said graciously.
As the seatbelt fastened itself, Marie realized she had already lost the battle and she shot one last glare at Lorna, but there was no heat in it. Setting the dial to her favorite country station, Marie leaned back into the seat and found herself almost unwillingly humming along to “Black Velvet.” It was hard to stay moody when she was dressed to kill and one of her favorite tunes was playing on the radio, so in the song and a half it took to reach Harry’s her mood noticeably lifted.
Lorna hopped out of the car into the crisp summer night. "Looks like we beat the rush. Come on, let's go grab a table and order drinks. You need your first shot."
Trailing only a step or two behind the slightly older woman, Marie blinked as her eyes adjusted to the smoke filled interior. Nodding at a few of the regulars, she made her way over to one of the larger tables and took a seat. A waitress quickly took the girls’ order and returned swiftly, handing each of them a bright red concoction. “To paving our own way,” Marie said as she held her glass up.
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Date: 2006-08-10 04:41 am (UTC)*Rahne headshakes* I might just prefer the passive telepathy.
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Date: 2006-08-10 12:06 pm (UTC)Lorna should probably never -ever- let Marie-Ange know she said that. My girl's entirely pissed off now.
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