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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 31, 2008 1:44:02 GMT -5
“What? Punched you in the face? And you’re still worried about being a good friend to him?” This was madness. Suddenly, this wasn’t just about getting the snoop for her friend. Genevieve’s natural bleeding heart was alit by David’s tangible depression. She couldn’t remember a time a when she had seen someone so sad. She felt suddenly uncomfortable, and her manners began to falter.
“You need more guts! Do you stand up for yourself, ever?” Genevieve’s eyes became wide with shock at her own rudeness, and she clamped her bejweled hand over her mouth. “Uh—sorry. I didn’t mean…oh, dear. Please don’t take that the wrong way. I’m so sorry.”
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Post by Jules on Jul 31, 2008 1:50:19 GMT -5
David looked up, surprised by the sudden change in tone. But not that upset about it. She was right, even if she hadn't made a statement.
"No, I don't. I stand up for other people." He groaned a little. "I'm so pathetic." Here he was unloading all of this unto some girl who'd just wanted to not sit alone. He only knew her vaguely and if word of his clearly unstable state got back to her father his job could be in jeporady. But for all that, it felt nice to hear the same kind of thing he'd told millions himself.
At that moment David came to realize that not only had his nature forced him into generic asexuality, but he was a biological hypocrite.
Damn it.
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 31, 2008 2:50:03 GMT -5
Genevieve bit down on her lower lip, in a grimace. This was physically hurting her heart. She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to punch some sense into him or pick him up and cuddle him. “You’re…not pathetic. You’re, uhm. You just need to get some backbone. I don’t know what to advise. I’m a fashion expert, not a therapist.” In her attempt to moderate her harshness with sympathy, she placed her hand over his. “Cheer up! Isn’t getting things off of your chest supposed to make you feel better?”
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Post by Jules on Jul 31, 2008 3:09:39 GMT -5
David tried a smile but it looked kind of painful so he dropped it. "I don't think I'm allowed one." He said with a bite of humor (if self-deprecating). He wasn't allowed to say no. Good Friends (or at least the one's people dreamed about, however unfounded in reality) didn't ever say No.
"No."
He said it just for the hell of it even though he probably sounded crazy.
"Oh wait...yes, I guess? Kind of....I've never had a friend outside Gavin, and now I'm not sure if I even have him. He...he means a lot to me."
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 31, 2008 4:01:59 GMT -5
“No”? What was going on with this guy? “Mr. Kingsby, you are possibly the gloomiest Dream I have ever met. I think you could spare yourself so much trouble if you just proved that you had a free will once in a while. Just once in a while, say “No.” or don’t show up for something. Make a wave or something! I know, it’s in the fibers of your being to be The Perfect Friend, that’s how you were made. ” It Genn felt one of her Vietnam-protest-esque speeches coming on, only managing to wash it back into her soul with a sip of her carbonized water.
“Sorry. I get a little riled up sometimes, and I turn into some sort of rebel-rouser.” Genevieve smoothed down a stray piece of hair, which had wormed its way past the hairspray barriers in her fervor. “You know, it is possible to be a fabulous friend and still be in control of your own destiny.”
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Post by Jules on Jul 31, 2008 4:06:53 GMT -5
David kind of chuckled and nodded. "You're right. But that's not what people are looking for. I'm probably the dream of the perfect door mat, if anything." He laughed again and shrugged. "The only time I had freewill was with Rose, and not even then because she had...her own kind of power. Only when I was mad at her, or....you know, was I able to break out of my confines." He smiled fondly, even over the memory of their heinous fights.
"But I know it's possible now, you know? I guess I should keep trying, but I don't really know how without her."
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 31, 2008 17:52:33 GMT -5
Genevieve looked heartened for what had to be the first time in this whole conversation. The slight optimistic tone that was trying to edge its way into the conversation gave her some hope. “That’s the spirit!” she cheered, clapping her hands daintily in an altogether girlish manner.
Tapping her lip with her index finger in thought, Genn added “Well, maybe you should try and find something else that makes you feel really angry, or really passionate so you can rise above this whole doormat niche you’re stuck in.”
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Post by Jules on Jul 31, 2008 22:59:57 GMT -5
Something else? Like, altogether? Truthfully, this hadn't even crossed his mind. But who could really blame him? He worked a paper-pushing, mind-blowingly boring job. The friends he had he didn't really like and the one he did was currently not technically actually speaking to him. What in his life, before Samantha, had there been to get passionate about?
"You're, You're right!" He declared and beamed at Genn, and if he were a dog his tail would be wagging. "I--I could paint!" Well no, he really was not an artist. "Or-or write."* David's eyes brightened. Maybe he could sing? Or...play an instrument or do something, find something....better.
*His foray into writing would result in some very frustrated, very awful poetry. He would give it up (rightly so) and try his hands at other things.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 1, 2008 0:45:04 GMT -5
“Yes! Paint! Write! Take up boxing or knitting or gardening or card playing or surfing!” Genevieve was absolutely animated. “It doesn’t matter if you’re good at any of those things, as long as you absolutely love doing it!”
Yes! Yes, yes, yes! All those years of trying to convince Dreams and Nightmares to live harmoniously and not wear fur had apparently paid off. Her powers of persuasion were fantastic. “I have so many hobbies, and it really helps distract me from my own misery whenever I feel sad or angry. It’s magical, really.”
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Post by Jules on Aug 1, 2008 0:52:07 GMT -5
David was positively smiley. He'd never been so smiley and it actually kind of hurt so he tried to stop (deadpuppies, deadpuppies, deadpuppies). "You're right! Thank you." He lounged back in his chair, content and excited, thinking of all the things he could be and be passionate about. Why had he always thought it was just women?
"What misery?" He asked, a little more surprised sounding then he'd meant. "Err, sorry. It's just, you're a Princess, you're beautiful, you've got lots of friends, I mean....not that...errr."
He hadn't meant to suggest something along the lines of What could you possibly get miserable about? But only because that was really kind of rude. Not because he wasn't curious.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 1, 2008 2:12:38 GMT -5
Genevieve blushed, “Beauty doesn’t equate happiness, but thanks for the compliment anyway. And I really don’t have all that many friends, besides Samantha Cross and Marie Antoinette. Most other people want to be my friend because, well, I am the Princess, you know? Everything is pretty flimsy and shallow with them, but I’d rather have a few good friends than a slew of semi-friends, you know?”
Genevieve looked rather embarrassed. She had just lectured him on how ‘love is not everything’ and ‘you should be the gatekeeper of your own destiny’, yet she let her no-dating situation get her so down. She was a total hypocrite, and she didn’t want to talk about it and ruin the progress she had just made with David. “I shouldn’t have said ‘misery’. It’s more like..normal, everyday bummers. You know.”
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Post by Jules on Aug 1, 2008 2:39:26 GMT -5
David nodded, he understood, although it was a bit twisted for him. "It's kind of the opposite for me. People---girls mostly, want to be my friend because I'm good at it. But deep down, I really don't like a lot of them. On the surface I have to act all nice and comforting and there for a person when I'm really kind of wishing they were dead."
David paused. That was a little morbid. "Maybe just violently ill, or something." He grinned sheepishly. "But then why do you hang out with them at all?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 2, 2008 1:01:59 GMT -5
Genevieve blinked in shock at David’s last statement. “Yeah, I think wishing death on your supposed friends is pretty bad for your Karma.” She laughed lightly and nodded, “But, I get what you’re saying. We’re very similar, actually, David. I think we shall be great friends,” Genevieve paused with a mischievous smile, “unless you secretly hate me and wish death or violent illness upon me.”
Genevieve flipped her hair as she tried to come up with a decent answer. “I…don’t know why I hang around with them. I just…always have. I think it’s because they’re the sort of people my mother would hang out with if she was me, and I want to make her proud? And they’re convenient, I guess. They flatter me, and hang out at the same places I do. But, I really don’t like them. I just…hang out with them because it’s what’s expected of me…”
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Post by Jules on Aug 2, 2008 1:06:51 GMT -5
David shook his head hurriedly. "I don't hate you, not at all." He liked that he was making another Genuine Friend which meant the count was at two, or maybe one and a half. Her explanation came across as a little shallow, but he knew more about her now. It was canceled out by the fact that he'd seen her be quite kind, to him.
"I don't know much about the Queen, but surely if you had the friends you wanted, she'd be happy that you were?" Although the infamous Atropia had the image of being incredibly concerned with appearances.
"Maybe you are like me. You've got a niche too, haven't you? With these friends you don't really like. Maybe you should break out, too?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 4, 2008 0:40:18 GMT -5
“She’s never right-out said to me, ‘Genevieve, dahhhhhling,’” she began, in a striking impersonation of her mother’s voice and mannerisms, “’These beautiful and wealthy kids are the people you need to surround yourself with. Anyone else would be absolutely sub-par and I’d be disappointed in you, my only daughter, my pride, my joy, my baby.’” The princess finished her impression by wiping away an imaginary tear, before concluding, “but I know that’s how she would feel, and I don’t think I’ve ever really disappointed her before. I don’t know what would happen if I did.”
That was it. She was such a good girl, she made a conscious effort to behave and be a role model and exemplary young lady. She didn’t go wild at parties, dress revealingly, sneak boys into her room, get into carriage DUIs (although she did crash, but only once!), drink at all for that matter, set things on fire, sleep with people for money, steal priceless artifacts, kill her siblings, take her significant other’s position of monarch, or even wrack up bills on Daddy’s credit. She was, essentially, an angel among her relatives. And yet, she couldn’t even go on an innocent date without having to cover her tracks?
“You’re right. I do need to break out of my niche.” Genevieve said, with a glint of hellfire in her eye. “I think I’ll need some help, though. Are you free tonight?”
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