Elena Biermann
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The Beer Miss! aka Snarky cynic that pretends to hate (almost) everyone...
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Post by Elena Biermann on Jul 29, 2012 10:09:17 GMT -6
Elena felt like shit, and looked like death. She had the nastiest cold. Her head felt like cotton balls had been stuffed into the space where her brain had previously been, and her limbs felt all wobbly. To be honest she didn’t really want to move from the flat she shared with her brother, Juliet, and Grace but having her brother lecture her one more time on the dangers of staying out as late as she did and being reckless like she was might as well drive her over the edge. She loved her brother. And he was right. But she would never admit that jumping into the freezing cold water in the first place and walking home in the dead of night is what brought on this cold in the first place. It was a dare. Elena could never pass up a good dare. All bundled up in layers, while still sporting her effortlessly cool and edgy style, she walked into Honneydukes feeling like she needed a sugary sweet to offset the bad taste in her mouth.
She wandered around aimlessly for at least thirty minutes before collapsing into one of the seats near the front of the store and stared at an array of chocolate frogs, Fizzing Whizzbees and Drooble's Best Blowing Gum unable to decide what she wanted.
((ooc: Anyone? Everyone ?))
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Aug 2, 2012 21:14:56 GMT -6
Meanwhile, Kevin's distinctive voice echoed through Honeydukes, the loud and slightly high-pitched tone that came out whenever he was indignant completely overpowering the muffled tones of the kindly shopkeeper.
"I did not lick an ice mouse and put it back on the shelf, and frankly I'm offended at the accusation!"
Beat.
"Oh, that's rich, believe a twelve-year-old over a nineteen-year-old."
Beat.
"YES, I AM REALLY NINETEEN!"
Beat.
"Well, I think you have a shifty look about you, sir. That's very discriminatory. Also, are you aware that you have a woman's name?"
The very next moment, Kevin had been dragged over to the till by his collar, and was reluctantly handing over payment for the Ice Mouse he'd desecrated. "This isn't over, Carol," he said, nodding seriously before turning for the door, stopping in his tracks and hopping back on one foot as he noticed Elena.
"Uh. Hey. Can we talk, or am I pretending not to know you today? I like to know where I stand," Kevin said, a little defensively as he popped the rest of the Ice Mouse whole into his mouth.
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Elena Biermann
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The Beer Miss! aka Snarky cynic that pretends to hate (almost) everyone...
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Post by Elena Biermann on Aug 17, 2012 9:30:18 GMT -6
((ooc: Your post was amazing! I love Kevin!)Elena looked up to find Kevin gazing down at her. She listened to him with a blank, slightly put out stare, one that could only be achieved by being her with the added bonus of being ill. She felt all shivery and couldn’t think straight. She knew that she should be home in bed, but the idea of surrounding herself with a bunch of girls and her nagging brother really wasn't a pleasant thought. “Where you stand?” she repeated, “You are standing in Honneydukes, unless I am mistaken,” she deadpanned, “And you are standing in my way,” she told him pushing herself off her seat and nudged her way passed him to grab a chocolate frog.
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Aug 17, 2012 15:40:31 GMT -6
Kevin gave a fake, sarcastic laugh before making a big show out of stepping to the side while she passed. "Uhhh hey Carol, I think this girl's stealing?" he suggested innocently while pointing 'discreetly' at Elena just to mess with her, as the storekeeper looked up and simply rolled his eyes at him.
Kevin took a few seconds to organize his thoughts, inhaling deeply with his hands pressed over his face before turning and crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, you know what I meant. Are we dating? Are we friends? Do you want to fuck other guys?" he asked bluntly, ignoring the masses of small children surrounding them. He accidentally brushed Elena's arm before pulling back; she was warm and her skin felt clammy to the touch. He'd assumed she was just under the weather due to a hangover (which was pretty much Kevin's default state). "Oh. Gross. Pretty sure you have the flu or something, dude."
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Elena Biermann
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The Beer Miss! aka Snarky cynic that pretends to hate (almost) everyone...
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Post by Elena Biermann on Aug 17, 2012 15:59:20 GMT -6
Elena turned around and gave Kevin a scathing expression. To be fair she did look like a druggie who hadn’t had a hit in about a week, or maybe someone who was stoned out of their mind. Being sick did that to her. She rolled her eyes at Kevin before turning her attention back to the chocolate frogs and picked out a few, hoping she would get a new card this time.
Elena laughed, “Oh, we’re not dating,” she responded defensively, turning around to look at him and forgetting all about the three chocolate frogs she had just stuffed into her baggy sweater pocket. Then with a small playful smile, “Who said I wasn’t already?” she added sarcastically. She wasn’t shagging other guys but it was amusing to see Kevin’s reactions. She really enjoyed pushing his buttons; she seemed to be the only one who could properly.
She glanced at the group of small children who had just walked in and then to their chaperone that appeared to be thoroughly appalled before the woman ushered the children quickly away from the two delinquent fornicators. Elena returned her attention to Kevin. “Yeah, you think,” she rolled her eyes at him, “No, I just look and feel this bad all the time.” She was frustrated by Kevin now and really just wanted to leave. She turned toward the door.
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Aug 17, 2012 16:52:07 GMT -6
Kevin swallowed a lump in his throat, his voice cracking slightly as he replied, "Good." He didn't even consider that she might not be serious; she'd just confirmed what he'd always suspected about whatever they had. Kevin looked down at the floor and absently picked at a scab he'd acquired in training before glancing up again, shrugging and trying to look casual. "Yeah. Yeah, me too. Girls. With girls. Just wanted to make sure that was cool with you, you know. Don't wanna make the same mistake twice. Ha ha." Kevin didn't sleep with anyone else. He didn't even want to sleep with anyone else, for the first time in his life.
He looked confused as she started to leave, and stretched one arm out behind her. "Argh-- wait--" Fuck. "Wait, okay, you... you clearly just took like ten chocolate frogs," he exaggerated, throwing his whole body into gesturing between the door and the candy display in a desperate last-ditch attempt to get her to look at him. "I mean, come on, is no one else seeing this? Carol? Judgmental parents? Anyone?"
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Elena Biermann
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The Beer Miss! aka Snarky cynic that pretends to hate (almost) everyone...
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Post by Elena Biermann on Aug 17, 2012 17:18:54 GMT -6
Elena froze in front of the door of Honneydukes and stuck her hand in her pocket. “Fuck,” she muttered feeling the shiny crackly candy wrappers between her fingers tips. She rubbed her forehead with her other hand, the space between her eyebrows, and shut her eyes tight for a moment before giving a great sigh and turning around.
She rolled her eyes at Kevin again, “Just shut up, no one cares but you apparently,” she nudged him in the shoulder as she walked by toward Carol and the till.
“Three chocolate frogs,” she told the shopkeeper, “Thanks,” she replied with a small smile as she paid and stuffed the chocolate frogs back into her pocket. Crossing back towards the door and Kevin she stopped, “Are you happy now?” she asked sarcastically giving him another scathing look, one that was, if quite possible, more scathing than the last.
((ooc: Haha I could seriously picture Kevin doing that it twas hilarious! Yep, you definitely have to create Greg too, hehe.))
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Aug 17, 2012 22:43:52 GMT -6
"Yeah, thrilled," Kevin matched her sarcasm, crossing his arms while he anxiously chewed on the end of his hoodie string. The shopkeeper marched over then, looking down at Kevin. "I'm going to ask you to leave," he said, and before Kevin knew it, he'd been pushed through the door and out to the street.
"What's her problem?" he asked Elena before turning awkwardly in the direction of his house. "I'm going this way if you're..." he trailed off before suddenly leaning his head against the glass of the shop window. He really liked her, in a gross mushy feelings way, and she clearly didn't feel the same. He just needed to man up and deal with it. "Look, I'm sorry you're sick and I'm sorry I'm an arsehole. You can have my Ice Mice, if you want."
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Elena Biermann
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The Beer Miss! aka Snarky cynic that pretends to hate (almost) everyone...
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Post by Elena Biermann on Aug 18, 2012 10:56:54 GMT -6
Pushed out of the door by Carol the shopkeeper Elena gave an audible scoffing sound as she piled out behind Kevin. “Is there any place you haven’t been kicked out of yet?” she asked returning the sarcasm. Then she smiled at Kevin’s joke. “Maybe it’s that he has a girl’s name,” then shook her head at him pressing his face against the shop window.
“Come on,” she grabbed his arm and started walking in the direction of his house. “Thanks,” she said with a pause, looking down at the Ice Mice in his hand, “I think I’ll stick with my frogs,” she nodded, “Want one?” Elena fished into her pocket and opened her palm; in the center was a chocolate frog. “If you get Dumbledore I will have to take it from you,” she teased. “What? I don’t have any Dumbledore.”
Elena walked along on the other edge of the sidewalk, their bodies separated as if by an invisible person. After a few moments of walking she sighed and walked beside him once more, touched his arm and leaning in she whispered. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch.” Then with a shrug she had released him and returned to their journeying in the direction of his house. “You’re house is quiet right? No one is home at this hour?” she asked glancing sideways at him. She could use a bit of quiet.
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Aug 18, 2012 12:53:48 GMT -6
"I've been given a lifetime ban from The Three Broomsticks five times now... I just keep showing up anyway and claiming I blacked it out..." he snorted. It wasn't like he'd been kicked out of every place he went... only several shops, most bars, and his own house. Jeez. "I can't believe you tried to steal from the poor ambiguously gendered shopkeeper. Shameful."
He swallowed an Ice Mouse, teeth chattering as he did so, before silently taking a chocolate frog. "Uric the Oddball," he said while holding up the card.
Kevin walked silently alongside Elena, looking down at the street with his fists shoved in the pockets of his hoodie. He looked up as he felt her brush his arm and shook his head. "It's cool. I kinda like it," he said, as close at he'd ever come to admitting that he had real feelings for her. "I think so? Who knows what fresh hobos Sam's picked up, though," he said while squinting at his house just up the road. "Better keep your hands to yourself, though, I don't wanna catch the Bitch Flu," he said sarcastically, grinning impishly at her.
"Why do we never hang out at yours? Does your brother have, like, some Batsignal that goes off whenever you bring a guy back?"
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Elena Biermann
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The Beer Miss! aka Snarky cynic that pretends to hate (almost) everyone...
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Post by Elena Biermann on Aug 18, 2012 15:12:37 GMT -6
Elena turned her head and looked sidelong at Kevin. Her blue eyes softened and she gave him a small smile, as if saying thanks for accepting her bitchiness. Then she laughed at his hobo comment, “You do know you are referring to yourself as a hobo right?” she teased, her hair tossing playfully in the breeze. She wrapped her oversized sheer sweater around her more tightly and started buttoning her thick black overcoat. It was a nice day without the wind really, the sun was surfacing in the patches of blue between the puffy clouds.
“Don’t worry I will,” she retorted shoving her hands into her pockets. As they continued to walk down the road toward his house she smirked. “Heh, yeah. I wouldn’t mind so much, I actually enjoy torturing Justin with his boy Batsignal but lately… I dunno… maybe I need to move out. It is wicked cool living with two bartenders though, admittedly one of them is my brother but… it’s still cool,” she said relatively serious for once. Fuck. This flu was messing with her snappy wit and sarcasm.
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Aug 19, 2012 14:21:59 GMT -6
Kevin stuffed his hands in his pockets again and swung his arms, stretching out the front of his hoodie. It was far too big, hitting him somewhere around mid-thigh. It must have belonged to one of his housemates... he hoped they were okay with chewed-up hoodie strings. "Hey, hey. No hobo," he joked while holding his hands up in the universally-approved 'no homo' stance of immature teenage boys.
"Yeah?" Kevin responded weakly. Sometimes he wasn't sure what to say to Elena when they weren't snarking at each other. Sarcasm felt like like safer territory, somehow. "Where do you wanna live? And why'd you move in with him in the first place? Were you that desperate to get away from home?"
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