brittanyisadancer replied to your post: Echo, echo. I think it’s dead.
This makes me a very sad panda
Me, too!
Damn it Tess, I should whoop your ass for coming up with this AWESOME premise.
We are lone doves, Britt, dear. Care to RP anyway? :P
There was one thing that working in a carnival taught you, and that was that everything had to be a show. Maybe there were no customers around yet, but that didn’t mean it was okay for Quinn to walk out of her caravan in yoga pants and the t-shirt she’d stolen from Dave last time she’d spent the night at his trailer. Before she set a foot outside the door, she made sure that her hair was laying smoothly around her face, her makeup was perfect, and that the combination of white prairie skirt and tight yellow sleeveless shirt didn’t make her look fat.
Shoulders back, chin up, stomach sucked firmly in, Quinn walked across the grounds, barely sparing a glance for the rousties setting up for the coming day. Her destination? Nowhere in particular, but she’d spent more than enough time holed up in her caravan and she was getting just a little stir crazy. Surely, somewhere in this busy place, there was someone worth spending time with. She just had to hope that they’d notice her, because there was no way in hell she was going to look desperate by making that first move. If nothing else, she’d sit down and eat lunch by herself, just to prove that being alone didn’t bother her at all.
Mercedes was sitting on the steps up to her caravan, enjoying the warmth of the sun as she waited for her fingernail polish to dry. All the reparations had ruined her nails. As she leaned back to stretch, something in her peripherals caught her attention. She looked over to see a small blonde girl in a bright yellow shirt crossing the grounds. Mercedes didn’t remember meeting her when she arrived, and she tilted her head in curiosity. There was something about the way she held herself that was almost mysterious to Mercedes. Stick straight back, nose held high.. It was almost… snooty, but Mercedes noticed the subtle glances and wandering eyes that were shadowed by her soft curtain of bangs.
She stood up, shaking her hands a few times before slipping into a pair of sandals and following the path of the other girl. She hoped it wouldn’t be weird just popping up on her, but she justified that if anything, it was an introduction. She tapped her shoulder lightly when she caught up with her. “Excuse me, I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Mercedes Jones,” she said with a small smile, holding her hand out.
Mercedes was pleasantly surprised when Santana expressed interest in coming over for a visit. She hadn’t talked to Santana since her arrival at the show, but she was certainly excited to hang out. She hadn’t really had much interaction, and she hoped Santana could be a source of friendship. They were both in the burlesque show, after all, and company in general would be nice. Mercedes hated feeling like the new kid (though she wasn’t the only one); whenever she was new to a group, she always felt like an intrusion or unwanted. But she knew Santana came just a few days before she had, so maybe they could join forces or something.
Mercedes spent time organizing the few possessions she had in her caravan, making sure everything was neat and clean. She’d been doing a lot of painting and cleaning the last few days, and most of her clothes were soiled, as she hadn’t had a chance to even figure out where they wash, but she managed to find something decent before Santana arrived. She made a mental note to take Kurt up on that dinner and stop being so introverted.
She heard a knock on the door and smiled, giving her caravan one last look over before answering the door. She smirked down at the dark haired Latina, who was examining the details along edge of the entrance to her caravan. “Hey, Santana,” she smiled, as she moved aside to let the other girl in.
Santana smiled over at the other girl before stepping passed her and inside the caravan. “How you been?” She asked, making sure all pleasantries were covered as her eyes traveled along the inside of the girl’s home. She turned around to face her, smiling as she did so.
“You’re pretty damned creative, miss,” she said with a grin. “I’m totally jealous,” she said with a slight laugh before running a hand through her newly grown beard. “How’d you get so good at that stuff?” She asked with a kinked up eyebrow and a smile that wouldn’t fade.
“Oh, I’ve been alright. Lots of organizing and stuff to do. I’m kinda OCD like that. And getting used to Burlesque rehearsals and preparing for my show. Busy for sure.” She leaned against the wall as Santana’s eyes swept over her home. She smiled widely at the brunette’s compliment, looking down a little. She wasn’t used to compliments, and it’d been a hell of a long time since she’d received one. “Thanks! Art’s one of my obsessions. I was kinda the freaky kid who was played with fire and painted grand murals and shit,” she laughed, remembering a particular time when her parent’s nearly whooped her for covering the whole side of their house one summer. Hell, she was a bored 12 year old, and it looked damn good if you asked her.
“It’s really not that big of a deal, I just would get bored a lot. Took a lot of art classes in school. Practice, I guess,” she shrugged. She couldn’t help but smile back at Santana; there was something about that girl she liked, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. Realizing she was probably being impolite, she stepped away from the wall, straightening up. “Well, feel free to have a seat,” she offered, gesturing at the kitchen table, then waving a hand over to the small loveseat in the corner.”Did you want anything to drink or eat?”
I think It’s about time I said hello to all the strange people around here. Are you guys aliens?
Hey there! I’m no alien, but I can’t speak for anyone else here. ;)
Santana hadn’t done much for the last few days. Last week or so even. She was just kind of around, not so much in the background, but just there. She’d throw out comments during the different practices she was included in, talk to a few people for a moment or so, then retreat back to her caravan. She hadn’t been known to do much and it wasn’t like that was going to change right away.
She’d seen pictures of the way that Mercedes had changed the outside of her trailer and it piqued her interest immediately so after exchanging words with the other girl she decided to go see it in person.
After a few minutes of wandering she found the other girl’s place and her eyes traveled along the side of it, as her fingers traced the outlines. She smiled, clearly impressed, and turned towards the front door of it. She knocked on it slightly before standing back and waiting for her to answer.
Mercedes was pleasantly surprised when Santana expressed interest in coming over for a visit. She hadn’t talked to Santana since her arrival at the show, but she was certainly excited to hang out. She hadn’t really had much interaction, and she hoped Santana could be a source of friendship. They were both in the burlesque show, after all, and company in general would be nice. Mercedes hated feeling like the new kid (though she wasn’t the only one); whenever she was new to a group, she always felt like an intrusion or unwanted. But she knew Santana came just a few days before she had, so maybe they could join forces or something.
Mercedes spent time organizing the few possessions she had in her caravan, making sure everything was neat and clean. She’d been doing a lot of painting and cleaning the last few days, and most of her clothes were soiled, as she hadn’t had a chance to even figure out where they wash, but she managed to find something decent before Santana arrived. She made a mental note to take Kurt up on that dinner and stop being so introverted.
She heard a knock on the door and smiled, giving her caravan one last look over before answering the door. She smirked down at the dark haired Latina, who was examining the details along edge of the entrance to her caravan. “Hey, Santana,” she smiled, as she moved aside to let the other girl in.
Tonight, tomorrow.. Really whenever works for you. My schedule’s pretty open heh.
I’m free tonight. Should I swing by?
Sure, come on over!
beardedlopez replied to your post: I don’t know about you guys, but I think it’s a damn good improvement.
That looks fucking fantastic, Cedes!Thanks, Santana! Guess those art classes paid off. ;)
I should totally come by and see it. It looks amazing.
Definitely, feel free to drop by sometime! I could use some company.
When are you free, miss?
Tonight, tomorrow.. Really whenever works for you. My schedule’s pretty open heh.
