- - - SHE BLEW MY MIND

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

anna banana, 480, toy box
it's a lot like,
romeo and juliet
it feels like,
somethings happening to me.
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Blaire blew some hot breaths into her cold hands before burying them further into her pockets. She was freezing freaking cold and damn right ready for winter to end. She should move somewhere tropical when she became a famous fashion designer. There would be no winter wherever she was moving to, that was for damn sure. It didn’t help that she didn’t have money for a warmer jacket. All of the extra cash she had she put toward her surgery. At this rate, she would have enough money the day she dies. Oh goody, how exciting was that!? No, she should be thinking positive rather than finding the negative in everything. Being a pessimist wouldn’t get her anywhere. It certainly wouldn’t get her inside any faster. Why hadn’t she taken the bus again?

She had planned on running some errands and take a cab home, but those plans would have to be put on hold for now. She wanted to get inside and sit in the warmth for a while, so Café Giovanni’s it was. She could go for something small to eat before heading home to make herself some supper. Bee lining right for Giovanni’s, she brushed the snow off of her jacket and kicked snow off of her black boots before stepping inside. She welcomed the warmth, but it stung against her legs, which were covered in skinny jeans. Under her jacket was a white tunic with a black vest over top. A purple squid necklace was around her neck, and a thin black band in her bleached hair.

Blaire was about to sit down when a familiar red head caught her eye. She really had no idea why she was being so persistent with Anne. This was not who she was. If Blaire had a crush on someone she asked them out, got rejected, and moved on. She didn’t keep asking until she got a yes just so she would stop asking. Especially when the person she was asking could kill her with one hand. She really liked this girl though, and she really wanted just one chance at a date. Blaire was actually surprised at how she was acting with Anne. Blaire was timid and shy, she didn’t ask anyone she saw out. Maybe she was just getting more confidence; Lord knows she needed it.

She slid into the seat across from Anne before the ginger had time to process who it was. Giving Anne time to process just what was going on, Blaire removed her jacket and turned to drape it over the back of her chair. “Hey stranger, fancy seeing you here,”

[/color] she greeted in a chipper tone, pushing her blonde hair off of her shoulders and to her back. “Mind if I sit?”[/color] she asked simply for formality reasons. She was already sitting though, so there really hadn’t been a point in asking.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Unfortunately, there are no laws against a person annoying you.

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A morning jog in the cold; solo training in Tae Kwon do at the nearby YMCA, then working out in the gym. She returned to her home at about noon; a jog back and she managed to make herself a sandwich. Okay, so managed wasn't the right term. Anne could cook most things that didn't involve cooking. Like putting peanut butter on bread, grabbing and eating a couple carrots, some lunch meat, cheese and a a couple glasses of milk. Anything that could be eaten with minimal preparation, she could do.

After that lunch, Anne was back out. The Saints were given a day without a practice, which was well and good but she really didn't have a lot to do one days where training was sparse. So much of her being was devoted to that! So, now what? Stand in the snow and make a snowman? No, not at all. So what...oh, yeah...she ought to shovel the walk before someone sued her. That done, she figured she might as well go for another run. It would keep her out of the boxing ring and the ufc pentagon, yes, but it would hopefully keep her away from Blaire. Good god. That bartender did not leave a person alone. Ever. Anne had been followed around before, mostly by football fans, occasionally boxing ones and once a journalist, but they really did come in second when it came to Blaire. That girl...well, the gender thing was still up for debate, anyhow, had found both where she boxed and trained for the ufc. The Saint's stadium was the obvious place, too. A run and sticking around the YMCA for a day might just be the laying low she needed.

And that, quite simply, was what Annie did. She stuck around the neighbourhood for the day; until supper came around. She really, really, really did not want to cook. Her last three suppers had been edible but not all that tasty. It wasn't quite supper yet, but she'd need to stop and cook if she wanted to eat by midnight...or, she could head over to some cafe. Anne decided on the latter. She switched from sweatpants to jeans and grabbed a toque in a quick stop nearby her home, but she was still warm from the run overall. Her dark blue camo hoodie would do. Winter wasn't that bad. Summer was better. But winter, she could deal. What she really needed, though, was to learn to drive some year. Back int he Bronx, she didn't need to, but in New Orleans, which wasn't half as dense, it was something of a necessity. At least she got some exercise. Cafe Giovanni was a nice enough place, and that was where the redhead went, pulling of her black toque as she went in. This place would have some decent baking, and decent cooked food. Maybe she'd read the newspaper and eat, even.

That turned out to be a bad idea. Anne was focused on eating and reading about some violent break and enter, she didn't pay attention to someone coming up to her table. She assumed they were just passin' on by...and she was wrong. Anne looked up when someone sat down, a murderous glint entering her eyes when she realized who it was. "The hell." How. Did. This. Happen?! This girl seemed intent on getting a date with Anne and Anne really didn't care for that stuff. Firstly, she had no idea what to do with...affection...in either a more-than-a-friend or family sort. Second, she had no idea, not even a clue, what team she played for in that regard (besides, Blaire wasn't exactly a girl nor a guy, it was seeming), and thirdly...well, she'd never had romance in her life. And she was trying to convince herself Blaire wasn't even in the tiniest, most hidden way, cute. "Even if I said no you'd still be right there." Her food was forgot. Anne wanted to beat this little child. But of course, she couldn't. This was a public place. Had she done that on purpose, always striking in a crowded public place or a cafe, in this case, with security cameras? " I know you question, answer is no, and you know that."

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words| 770
tagged| Dee / Blaire
notes| The beginning of my post is le bad. >.>

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

anna banana, 556, toy box
it's a lot like,
romeo and juliet
it feels like,
somethings happening to me.
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Blaire wasn’t inept when it came to cooking, but her skills were limited. For the most part, Blaire knew how to cook Mexican meals. She hated] Mexican food. Sure, she was Hispanic in blood, but she certainly wasn’t in attitude. She couldn’t even speak Spanish, which was pretty sad. She had never been interested in her heritage as a kid, she had been too busy trying to convince her parents that she was a girl and not a boy. Cooking was the only “girl” thing that her parents had let her do. Something about women loving when their men could cook. Hah, not happening with Blaire. Her mother had taught her to cook, but she hadn’t learned to cook anything she actually liked eating. For the most part, Blaire used that little cooking knowledge she did have, and adapted it to something she could like. It was hit and miss, and she usually ended up hopping on to the Internet for recipes. Today though, she really didn’t feel like making herself something. She had been out all day; all she wanted now was something to eat that didn’t require too much waiting or effort.

She had been considering getting a room mate to cut down her costs, but she was rather weary of who she lived with. She never knew how people would take her, uh, issues. Luckily, her best friend was cool with it, otherwise Blaire wouldn’t have the courage to even consider a room mate. She figured it would be a lot of fun to have someone to live with, so long as that someone didn’t mind dogs, transgendered people and cooking. Either way, her expenses were adding up and Blaire only made so much working at the bar. After paying rent, her Internet bill, cell phone bill, groceries and adding to her savings, she wasn’t left with a lot of extra money. She was only allowed to spend so much on clothes and entertainment, and only so much on fast food. She was pushing her budget by going to Giovanni’s, but oh well. She had already spent most of her extra money on fabric and her dog, might as well feed herself while she was at it.

Blaire chose to ignore the ginger’s first two words, not really finding them significant. She had expected a much more furious reaction from the ginger. From what she had gathered, Anne was a hit first and never ask questions kind of girl. You could hardly call her a girl though; she was pretty masculine in both appearance and attitude. Anne was a boy in a girl’s body, and Blaire a girl in a boy’s body. Odd how that worked out; maybe that was why Blaire was so interested in her. Why she was so instant on a date with her. The murderous glint she caught in Anne’s eyes was almost enough to make her get up and leave, but not quite. She was determined to get a yes, even if it killed her. That was very likely. “Ooh a quick learner,”

[/color] she mused, teasing the red head. She already had a death wish by sitting down, might as well add to it with flirtatious taunts. “No I don’t,”[/color] she corrected. “I know your answer is yes,”[/color] she smirked, pushing her bangs out of her green eyes.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Unfortunately, there are no laws against a person annoying you.

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It was easy to see Anne got pissed off at the simplest things, but she liked to think anyone would get pissed off by having someone following them around, asking them out when she did not want to be asked out. She also thought she was reacting very calmly this time, as opposed to jumping up and walking out. But she'd have to pay before doing that, anyways, which would give Blaire time to follow. Though, if Blaire did follow Anne would go for a casual walk down some deserted street and...well, a person could piece that together. Nothing said no like a broken nose. No-se. Hahaha. No-see. It was amusing to Anne, at any rate, but not something she outwardly show. Instead, she leaned back and set about looking intimidating and pissed off. Blaire was either being very stupid or wasn't scared at all as she gave those comments. Anne had done her best to ignore the flirty tone they took. She didn't want romance. She didn't. She didn't want to be dependant or look weak or even show she did need some sort of love. Almost as though her parent were over her shoulder, glowing at her. They wouldn't approve of a girl. but that was irrelevant t the situation. She wanted to show them she could go it alone. And she had. She could. The trouble was, a mute part of her was asking if now that she'd shown them that, she could give him. Trouble was, that part was mute and Anne wasn't checking her subconscious text messages right now.

"No, the answer is no. You know the answer is no and yet you are still bothering me about my answer, which is NO, and I swear to God that I've told you that a thousand times!" Anne picked up a biscuit and crushed it easily, taking out her anger on something. She'd need a lot of biscuits. Her tone got louder, her accent a but more pronounced, voice deeper. All signs the only thing keeping her from blowing up was the fact there were people in the cafe. "How hard is it to understand the term 'no'? Just go back to dress up, dammit!"

[/b] She was getting sidelong glances now by people nearby, and she knew it. It was probably for the better then, that Anne looked very pretty well male or people may not have been pleased with two ladies arguing like a couple. Blaire had seen to that, which again made Anne wonder if she was lucky or a very skilled planner. On the note of gender, Anne was very tempted to bring that up. She knew that could hurt. A lot. And she knew that if she said that, Blaire would probably turn heel and leave. But frankly, she couldn't double cross herself. It would be hypocritical, coming from a crossdresser, now wouldn't it? "I don't understand what you're so intent on! What kind of dinner or whatever the hell else would it be, anyhow?! I'd go in and leave and then you're square one, you're annoying the crap out of me and I don't get why!" Lie. Anne knew why. Blaire liked her. Which was something Anne had never coped with in anything more than a mindfuck way. It was a fun passtime, to head out as Morgan, impress the drunk gals and play with their heads until she either got slapped or slipped away practically leaving them with comic-book worthy question marks on their heads. She'd done that to guys, too, but then the bathroom didn't work as well as an excuse.

And this, this was something else completely. It was a game Anne had no idea how to play, where brawn wasn't going to cut it, and little did she know, a game where Blaire had the upper hand.

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words| 703
tagged| Dee / Blaire
notes| AHAHAHA, PUN.
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[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

anna banana, 573, toy box
it's a lot like,
romeo and juliet
it feels like,
somethings happening to me.
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Blaire had a rather odd temper. It seemed to show up at the most inconvenient times, while whenever she needed it, it seemed to hide. She almost always seemed to get irritated at work, or hours after someone had made her mad. It was when she was venting when she would finally think up some witty come back to the person who had made her mad. It was really rather annoying. When someone pissed her off Blaire usually froze up and wanted to be left alone, though she also really badly wanted to tell the person off as well. She never had the courage to tell someone off though, and was always so infuriating. Why didn’t she ever have the courage to speak up until hours after it happened? She wished she could have the courage that Anne did. She wished she had the ability to tell people off so easily. There would be a lot of stunned people in the world if Blaire magically got a temper like the redhead’s.

There were so many things she wanted to tell her parents. So many things she wanted to say to them about how they had treated her. They were accepting of everything her sister had done, no matter how bad, but when Benjamin decided he wanted to be Blaire all of a sudden the world was ending. Felicity could be doing lines of crack while knocked up with ten possible fathers and she would still be the most precious and perfect child they could ever have. She liked to think that she didn’t need her family, but she really missed her sister. She missed having a family. Sure, she had Devi, but that could only fill so much of the hole. Maybe that was why she was so persistent with Anne! That made a lot of sense actually.

“What could one little date do, hmm?”

[/color] she pressed, leaning forward a little. “And it hasn’t been a thousand yet, just a few hundred,”[/color] she pointed out, the sassy Blaire she usually saved for Devi coming out. This was good. Confidence was good. She ignored the crushed biscuit and had her eyes dead set on Anne. “Oh come on, it won’t kill you to say ‘yes’,”[/color] she pressed a little more, taking a moment to glance at the people looking at them. It must look like a common couple bickering, since Anne appeared extra masculine today. It probably looked pretty bad on Anne’s part; like some oppressive boyfriend or something. Maybe this would come in handy.

She leaned back in her chair once again and watched Anne with careful and determined eyes. “Just say ‘yes’. It won’t kill you,”[/color] she repeated. “Why can’t you just accept that someone might actually like you? Heaven forbid Anne Baurer go on a date!”[/color] she exclaimed, throwing her arms up a little to add some more dramatic effect. She rested her hands on the table and started fiddling with a napkin, wondering when the hell someone would bring her a coffee. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She wasn’t going to let Anne snub her off. Slowly and surely a frown played across her lips, and her eyes started getting a sad expression. She doubted this would work very well with this brawny woman, but ti was worth a try. “Please, just say yes. One little yes and I can stop bothering you,”[/color] she promised.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Unfortunately, there are no laws against a person annoying you.

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It had been a long time since Anne had lost a one on one battle. Sure, the Saints lost time to time, but that wasn't her and the other guy. This was. This was losing. If Anne said yes, she'd lose. She'd have to attack somehow, some other way. Maybe show up with the goatee, though for some reason she doubted Blaire would mind. She didn't want...people. Not like this. And furthermore, what kind of first date every in her life would that be, if she may as well have been threatened to go or go insane from being asked? This was not what she wanted. At all. What could one date do? Piss her off. Make her want to kill Blaire...but then, both those things had happened already. Anne watched a man walk by with a murderous glare. Clearly, people were watching from a distance, but didn't want to get involved. Very wise of them. "That guy is very wise, y'know, that. He's walking away." Anne growled, leaning forwards as Blaire did in a classic threatening manner. "Why don't you, why don't you just get up and go? Why the hell you you want to go out with a pissed off ginger to start with, hmmm?" Anne ignored her comments on the number of times, and whether or not it would kill her. She didn't care to address them and get into more banter. She knew she looked like the bad guy, but she was used to that. Besides, it was a valid question. Anne had done nothing but be rude to her. Well, barring the first time they met, but even then at one point Anne nearly killed her. Oh, Petey would be laughing now. Anne was half wishing that man had spent longer puking, she'd have saved herself the pain. No changing that now, sadly.

And there she went again, saying it wouldn't kill Anne to say 'yes'. It wouldn't kill Anne, no, but it did go against most her her. She didn't want that. That space she'd created was her own space, because everyone else in there, barring her grandmother, had decided that she was some sort of demonic creep of a daughter. So to hell with them. To hell with humanity. She'd fight her way along. To hell with loving people. That's why she couldn't accept it. That and she really did have no idea if she'd even be into girls. Signs were pointing to yes, she was...but Anne wasn't reading them. One little yes. One little one and she'd be alone. Anne rested her elbows on the table, hands holding whether side of her head, thumbs behind her ears, thinking. There didn't seem to be a way out. She couldn't fight Blaire off here. Even if she did, Blaire would been attacking. That's how she saw it just now. An attack. She was only somewhat aware of a waiter passing by and getting Blaire a coffee. "So let me get this straight." Anne's words were angry, quiet and somewhat muddled. "You're asking me out for the...I don't even care, now, how many times it is, without knowing which way I swing. I could be straight, for all I-for all you know," Anne caught and corrected herself, "And I don't even know exactly what you are," She may as well voice her mild confusion on Blaire's gender while she was at it, but indirectly. If it held any water, any at all, she might catch that it referred to that, as opposed to going to the last sentence and assuming it was "I don't know your sexuality", which was kinda a lie considering she was asking Anne out, but not inconceivably said. "And IF I say yes, that wouldn't be the end of you, would it?" Why could she hear her grandmother laughing in the back of her brain? Probably because she would have been, she would have been there saying, go on, Anne, give into it. But was that losing the battle against her parents? "But..." When Anne looked up again, defeat was getting into her eyes. If she could see it, she'd say it was like that of a boxer who would fall the next hit. "You...gah!" Anne. Had. Had. It. She leaned back and rested her right hand on the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Normally done in wrestling, but Anne didn't have a towel to throw in, and throwing a sweaty towel at Blaire would have made no sense anyways, she'd most likely have screamed. So instead, Anne tapped out. Defeat. You win, all amounting to a simple, though clearly unhappy, yes. Fine. But Anne was already thinking of ways to black Blaire's eye. Maybe she'd be lucky, and not-a-sports fan Blaire wouldn't get it?

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words| 900
tagged| Dee / Blaire

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

anna banana, 669, toy box
it's a lot like,
romeo and juliet
it feels like,
somethings happening to me.
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Her eyes had been fixated on Anne’s, but they found the time to pull away to watch a man walk by. Her eyes followed him for a moment, her goal and persistence forgotten for a split second. The ginger’s murderous tone brought her back though, and her reason for being there returned. “I’m not leaving until you say “yes”,”

[/color] Blaire promised, her tone holding her challenge much more confidently now. The soft and sugar sweet tone she usually had was gone now, replaced by one similar to Scar’s from the Lion King. She sounded determined and with no desire to give up. She was so close, she wasn’t about to throw all of that away. “Because the pissed off ginger is really cute when she’s mad,”[/color] she stated as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “And because I like the pissed off ginger, even if she wants to kill me,”[/color] she stated, though that much was obvious.

She didn’t know what it was about Anne that had drawn her in like it had, but that wasn’t exactly something she was about to question. Most people would have given up the first time. Most people would have been put off by the rude answers to the questions Blaire had been asking. Blaire wasn’t like most people though. She had never wanted something so bad in her life. Okay, so she wanted to be a real girl, but that aside. She honestly couldn’t explain it. She was drawn to the redhead, which was weird because she had never really found red hair attractive before. She just…She really couldn’t explain it. She just knew that her need to be with Anne was bigger than any feelings she had felt for any of her past relationships.

She listened to Anne’s protests, keeping the determined and hell bent expression on her face. She wasn’t budging now. Not when she was so close to breaking the ginger. There it was. Her way to win this battle. Anne had admitted that she didn’t know if she was straight. “If you were straight you would have said that the first time I asked,”[/color] she pointed out, thanking the Gods that Anne had slipped up. It was small, but it was enough to win this round. Though, Anne’s next comment kind of stung. She tried not to let it show on her face, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her and curled down ever to slightly. “I am a girl,”[/color] she stated defiantly. “With a boy’s body,”[/color] she added softly, not wanting the people around them to hear. She hoped Anne would be nice enough to keep that quiet.

She recovered quickly and shook her head. “Of course it wouldn’t,”[/color] she agreed slyly. “Because after that one date you’re going to realize that I’m growing on you,”[/color] she stated confidently. She wasn’t completely sure of this, but she hoped she sounded convincing enough. She hoped her self consciousness wasn’t leaking through after Anne’s comment on Blaire’s gender. She thought she could see something change in Anne’s eyes, but she wasn’t sure. She wouldn’t put it past herself to assume she was finally winning.

She shifted as Anne leaned back, expecting death threats to come. They didn’t. Instead Anne tapped the table. That gesture seemed so familiar to her. She knew what that meant. She searched her mind for what it meant, searched the memories she had been hiding since being kicked out of her parents’ house. There! She did know it! Her father used to do that when he knew he couldn’t lose an argument with her mother. He had mentioned wrestling when asked what it meant. She didn’t quite understand how tapping three times meant defeat, but she didn’t care. Anne was admitting defeat. A triumphant smirk played across her face. “It’s not a yes, but it will do,”[/color] she announced. Though, if Anne was smart she would realize that Blaire sitting there with her could count as a date in itself. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Unfortunately, there are no laws against a person annoying you.

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Anne didn't take kindly to being called cute. She didn't like the term that much, but she kept it to herself. It seemed...weak. Anything she said would doubtlessly be used against her and verbal spars were not her strongest point. That was, quite simply, why Blaire was winning this one. She'd disarmed Anne. Take away the ability to induce physical harm and her 'fighting' poweress decreased a lot. The pissed off ginger did want to respond, so instead glared. What kind of idea had this been, going into a cafe, anyways? She should have gone home and should of gotten away...no. No, if she was going to lose this one she'd lose fair and square, she wasn't going to rum from some weak, pathetic blonde girl. Oh no. No one was going to call her a coward. End. Of. Story.

Unfortunately, Blaire was just as bent on winning as Anne was on keeping her impression as able to kill at any second. She exploited Anne's slip of tongue. "Or maybe," She snarled, knowing that if she might end up losing this one she was going to go out with some fire, even if it wasn't her words but her tone, "I am neither one way nor the other and about to rip your to shreds." A few of the nearer patrons looked up quickly, then back. Hah. At least that sounded genuine, but she knew that if this kinda cute bartender wanted to she could exploit that, too. What she couldn't change, however, was what she just said.

Girl in boys body. Transgendered, hm? Probably, at any rate...Anne was occasionally confused for one herself, still. Most of her childhood had been spent around people who thought she was a demon or going to be taking testosterone eventually, and it drove her mad. She saw no need to replace her crotch, thank you. She didn't see a need to be actually male; sure, she'd pass. Sure, she'd get along but it wasn't in her grand scheme of things. It would have just gotten in her way and quite possibly could have demolished all pro sporting careers. She'd never had any problems standing up and saying she was a girl. Ever. She was just aggressive, and for some fucked up reason that was a "guys" trait. However, she knew not everyone was as content with their body, or as lucky involving it as she was. So far from either taking it and ripping Blaire to shreds with it, which she could have done, her expression changed from tearing her apart to one she probably didn't expect to see. Respect, and a look of "oh, gotcha". And odd place to find common ground and some understanding, but it was one.

After admitting her agonizing defeat she was soundless for a moment. "You got what you wanted, kid." Speaking of that, someone dropped by to give her a coffee. "But you're gonna have to name a time and a place because I'm not pickin." This could count as a date but two things were in Anne's mind. Firstly, it was doubtful Blaire would accept it as such and the cycle would repeat. Second, if it wasn't taken as such, they would eventually leave, and once outside Anne could scoop her up, punch her, ask if it was still on, get a yes or a no and leave.

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words| 634
tagged| Dee / Blaire
notes| This 'un sucks. D :

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

anna banana, 534, toy box
it's a lot like,
romeo and juliet
it feels like,
somethings happening to me.
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Blaire was treading in dangerous water right now, of that she was sure. She had to think carefully about what her next moves would be. Now, dating wasn’t exactly Blaire’s strong suit, so she was risking quite a lot here. She was pretty sure she was risking her life, more specifically. She definitely wouldn’t be surprised if Anne actually did manage to rip her to shreds, which was a shame since she would prefer to die a female and not a male. She didn’t want to be known as some freak of a “man” who was killed for trying to get a date. That was just humiliating, and way beyond rejection. There was no doubt in Blaire’s mind that Anne would kill her if Blaire pressed any farther. It was oddly…hypnotic? No, that wasn’t the word she was looking for. Alluring? She was getting closer. Anne was drawing her in with her violent attitude, which was kind of odd for her. She didn’t usually go for the blunt and aggressive type. She tended to go for more sensitive people who could understand Blaire’s two million and one problems.

She was a pretty confused person, but that was to be expected given her, er, circumstances. For as long as Blaire could remember she had thought something was seriously wrong with her. She was a boy who wanted to be a girl, and as a child that was the wrong thing to feel. It was wrong to want to wear her sister’s clothes and wrong to be a boy playing dress up. Her parents had hated her for it. They disapproved. Playing dress up was exactly what her parents had called her “Blaire fad”. Each time she heard Anne say it, it stung a little. She wasn’t just “playing dress up”; this was who she was supposed to be. She was so unhappy being male. She was absolutely disgusted in her body. Though, Blaire was kind of relieved she batted for both teams, otherwise she would have to go through the trouble of deciding whether she was gay or straight for liking just one gender.

Blaire pushed the negative thoughts out of her mind, focusing instead on her win. She couldn’t help but cross her arms and lean back proudly in her chair, smirking with triumph. It wasn’t often she got a win like this. It wasn’t often she won at anything really. She had been a loser most of her life. “Right now, and it’s a surprise,”

[/color] she announced with a light nod of her head. She pulled her wallet out of her pocket and set some bills on the table, paying for Anne’s stuff and standing upright. “Come on,”[/color] she ushered, waving for Anne to stand with one hand while the other rested on her hip. “I figured I’d do you a favour and get all of the torture done in one day,”[/color] she thought out loud, putting the ushering hand on Anne’s arm and pulling her along. She was just hoping that this move wouldn’t get her killed, and hoping even more that the second she stepped outside she wouldn’t get punched. She couldn’t even attempt to block that in her wildest dreams.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Unfortunately, there are no laws against a person annoying you.

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Anne was sure some people observing might find the situation hilarious, particularly if they happened to watch football. Here she was, big tough and muscular, getting what may as well have been a thrashing from some transgendered twig. Not that they knew the latter, they'd just assume an overall she, but still. Oi. This was ego-murder, this was. She'd been beaten in her weakest area, where empathy or social matters were concerned. She was still refusing to deal in any way with part of her that said Blaire was cute and maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't mind this. After all, Anne could see the similarities between them. In an inverted sort of way. She could guess that they'd been exposed to issues of the same type, and responded differently. That was how species worked. Well, sometimes at least. Sometimes one or the other went extinct, but technically speaking, that was still a response. An undesirable one, but still a response. That was her bio class, not her empathy. That was some curiosity and biology. God (and what good was he?) only knew what biology caused their situations, but that was another story.

Anne looked away from Blaire's smug smile, arms crossed. Instead she focused in the tile floor slightly to her left, clearly displeased, but resigned. Her temper was another matter, and as this was generally the essence of Anne the part of her that wasn't aiming for prison had to struggle for control. She could hit her hard once they got out. Once they were away from people that wouldn't see her as some abusive freak, which she wasn't since they technically weren't together until the first date and did that even count?! See, this was why God didn't really exist to Anne. or if he did, humans get gotten him, or her, or it, all wrong. Humans had a habit of doing that. Getting things all wrong, screwing up and making a mess. Not many animals could say that they'd generally (and she was no exception, she knew it, if she felt so inclined to admit it) misused their most useful adaptation: sentience.

Anne was listening to what Blaire said, even if she wasn't looking that way. Right now?! A SUPRISE?! Fuck. Anne's right hand was still on the table, and it moved from a flat position to a fist. Get the torture all done right now? Fine, maybe that would help, like ripping off a band aid quick, that was the analogy. She watched Blaire pay for both their food and didn't bother questioning that, but got up regardless. She couldn't fight this one while a bunch of people were hanging about.

"Don't touch me." Anne did, however, growl that much. Goddamn girl. Yep. Girl. She behaved like one, all right. She left the cafe and rounded the corner, grabbing Blaire's arm and dragging her, regardless of which way. Anne was going to keep the requirements of this defeat, but not without a fight. Now that they were out of most people's line of sight, she spun around and slammed Blaire back, into a wall. Not enough to incapacitate her, of course, but enough to make the point across without words, which were never her strong point. "You may have won this one, but mark my words, this is a singularly. Don't piss me off any further, you got that? Or "Morgan" is gonna become some mean, sadistic boy, got that?" Yeah, Anne was going to be Morgan for the next couple hours. She could pull it off, and maybe, just maybe, it would irritate Blaire a little. She let go of her hold on Blaire and stepped back. "Now move, before I change my mind!"

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[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

anna banana, 580, toy box
it's a lot like,
romeo and juliet
it feels like,
somethings happening to me.
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Blaire had a strong feeling that she was going to get killed the second they walked out of that door, but it was a risk she was willing to take. The way she figured it was like this: Anne was getting so defensive over not going on a date, which could only mean that she was denying something to herself. Blaire had been down this road before. She had been the one profusely denying someone of a date because she was denying having feelings for him. She figured Anne had yet to come to terms with what team she was batting for, which was only proved by the falter in her speech earlier on in the conversation. If you could even call it a conversation, it was leaning more toward a war. She watched Anne’s eyes move to the floor and her flat hand ball up into a fist, pushing her fear aside. Was it odd that the fact that she was afraid of Anne made her want the ginger even more? Probably. Then again, Blaire had never really been “normal”.

“No need to bite my head off,”

[/color] she chimed when Anne growled a demand at her, removing her hand from Anne’s arm slowly. This only led to Anne grabbing Blaire’s arm and practically dragging her out of the café. Oh great, here it came. She let out a small grunt when she was slammed against the wall, familiar feelings rushing back at her. How many times in high school had this happened to her? How many times as she been slammed up against the wall and spat at? Too many for her to count. She was so used to this happening to her that her expression never changed, and she merely stared at Anne with determined, yet faintly hurt eyes. The familiarity of the scenario showed in the dark green eyes of hers, but she doubted Anne would see that. She didn’t seem very empathetic at all. Blaire couldn’t help but think of this as a movie. Being slammed up against the wall with memories of being bullied swimming back. It bothered her that she was so used to this.

She simply stared at Anne as the redhead threatened her, and mentioned something about “Morgan”. Oh ho, this girl cross dressed! Why wasn’t she surprised? She certainly seemed like the type, with how obviously masculine she was. While Blaire could easily pass as a girl, Anne could easily pass as a boy. If they ever did get into a relationship, which was looking slim right about now, they’d make one damn good couple for Oprah. The manly girl and the girly man. With her feet now firmly planted on the ground she pursed her lips in thought, debating her next move. It was a long stretch, but she hoped it would work. Blaire finally moved, stepping closer to Anne and using the people passing by to her advantage. Anne couldn’t back up with people walking behind her, which left Blaire free to follow through with her idea. It probably wasn’t the best idea she had ever had, but whatever. She lifted herself up onto her toes and pressed her lips firmly against Anne’s, grabbing her shirt at the same time. Her grip on Anne’s shirt was firm and her lips determined. She didn’t let the kiss last for very long though, just long enough for it to sink into the ginger’s head. “There, I moved,”[/color] she purred impishly.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Unfortunately, there are no laws against a person annoying you.

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Why couldn't Blaire leave her alone? Would this ever work? Going along with it probably wouldn't, but Anne was desperate at the moment. Why did people like this ever have to bother her? WHY, WHY WHY. Didn't they get the idea that she didn't want any of this? Beside the deep annoyance, Anne did have to respect the seemingly nonchalant way Blaire responded, just a simple, 'no need to bite my head off'. Pity she couldn't physically do it, too. But in all honesty, she did respect it. Blaire wanted something. She wasn't going to stop, until it seemed she got it. That was one of the things Anne did have respect for. It had been ingrained in her in more than the obvious ways. Her parents didn't stop until they got what they wanted - a nice normal daughter, and didn't stop trying with their firstborn. Granted, Anne had fucked that aspiration of theirs up, but she still respected the concept, if not the action itself. Such was the situation here. If Blaire wasn't so damn annoying, Anne was pretty sure they'd get along quite well.

As it stood Blaire was being shoved into a wall. Anne didn't noticed much of her expression, only a look that indicated she was used to it, and that only made her push harder. Ah, this brought back the good old days, where she could shove any twerp that annoyed her into a locker, wall, or garbage can. She grinned at the power of it. Power...how she enjoyed that. And yet, Blaire didn't seem all that phased, nor did she at the 'Morgan' comment. Huh...well, she probably saw that coming. Evidently didn't care, or if she did, it wasn't evident. Behind the ginger, a bus stopped, and let off a bunch of ordinary, everyday commuters. She paid them no heed, nor was she covered when Blaire stepped forwards. At first, at least. Then the crowd was passing them, and Blaire was getting way too close.

"What, you gonna fig-" That was about all she got to say, before Blaire decided to fight, just sans fists. Anne's brown eyes got wide in surprise as soon as she registered she was being kissed. And she couldn't move away, damn it all! There were people behind her and moving forwards wouldn't do much, now would it and what the hell, did Blaire want to die and what the fuck was she maybe even a little not minding this as much as she thought she might or was a millisecond ago? Then the crowd passed and she was free to think again, though she wasn't thinking very much. It was her greatest weakness, and by accident or calculation, Blaire had used it. Throw he stuff like this, cuddly, romantic or just plain out of her comfort zone - like a kiss, though no one had been crazy enough to try that before- and she was more off guard and annoyed then in attacking order. Once balance is lost, you're in trouble, after all. You're also in trouble when you were red, and that clashed terribly with bright orange hair, which would no doubt he used mercilessly, and there was no amount of brawn that controlled blush reflex that she knew of. "What the hell did you just do?" Yep...she was asking the obvious, and in some sort of shock.

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[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

May 11, 2010 22:27:16 GMT -5 BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ said:

anna banana, 520, toy box
it's a lot like,
romeo and juliet
it feels like,
somethings happening to me.
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If Blaire ever got the chance to have a heart to heart conversation with Anne, she would be able to sympathize with how Anne’s parents had been with her. Blaire’s parents did not want their son to become a daughter. They did not want a nancy boy for a son. Their reaction to Blaire’s coming out had been fury and rejection. While Blaire had expected as much from her straight edge Stepford parents, it had still hurt. Blaire had wanted nothing more to be accepted by the people who were supposed to love and support her, but she hadn’t gotten that. They wanted a normal son. They wanted a son who would play in the mud and bring home bugs and snakes. A son who would bring home a different girl home every day and would be a little heartbreaker. They wanted the exact opposite of what Blaire was. She hoped they blamed themselves for their “tainted son”. She hoped that they thought it was all their fault. The guilt they would feel in this case was the closest thing to revenge Blaire would get for being thrown out. Oh yes, she harboured a lot of bitter feelings for her parents.

She pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the kiss, keeping it long enough to get her point across, but short enough so they didn’t cause more of a scene than they all ready had. It wasn’t like Blaire to do something like this, but she was persistent in this case. She would stop at nothing to get Anne to admit that she might like Blaire. This may be all in her head, but she was sure Anne had feelings for her. She liked kissing Anne, even if it might as well be a death wish. This was where Anne seemed to be weakest though, because the shock was evident on the red head’s face. When she pulled away her smirk returned with triumph and she put her hands on her hips. Her head tilted at the obvious question Anne asked. “I moved like you asked,”

[/color] she replied in a sassy tone. Oh yeah, her best friend was definitely getting the best of her.

The shock was a good sign, as was the slightest signs of a blush. It was kind of cute, especially when the only expression Blaire had ever really seen was anger. Well, aside from the first time they had met in the bar. It was a big boost to the little bit of confidence Blaire had in herself. She didn’t have much faith in herself, but knowing she was hitting Anne in her weakest point was a rather triumphant feeling. It wasn’t common for her to win anything, so this was kind of a big deal to her. “It’s called a kiss, wanna’ try it again?”[/color] she added, still a little over confident about this. She pushed herself off of the wall and started walking again, gesturing for Anne to follow. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed before!”[/color] she thought out loud. “Big bad Anne can’t be affectionate? That’s sad,”[/color] she added. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

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This was just a really, really bad day. Anne didn't think such a bad day happened since high school. Once she got into university, people knew she meant business and left her be. Same with senior year back home...but before that? God, she hadn't had such a bad day since then. Not that she could recall, though there probably were a few. But this took the cake. She couldn't even throw a fist, since everyone was heading someplace or other, leaving work, going to dinner, going to see friends, and probably one or two interested over the drama playing out. An obviously shocked ginger and a sassy little blonde. Anne was put into such a state that she didn't even respond to the first of Blaire's comments. Yes, she moved, but not in a way that Anne had ever seen coming. It was going to force up stuff she'd done her best to force out of palette of emotions. She knew it. Thinking Blaire was kind cute was just the beginning, damn it all! Why, why why.

Anne stood there, still wide-eyed, confused and taken out of the fight. It didn't take a bloody genius to see that had been her first kiss, which made her mad, but at the moment body and mind were disjointed. it reminded her of a fight she'd lost once, where she'd been all scrambled after taking a hit to the head and falling out of the ring, which caused a second hit to the head and a second passing out. But that had been different. She could get back up in time, fight back in time, and she had, she'd gone back into the ring. She lost again. And then she went back a third time, and she won against that guy. He was probably still out there, fighting. Just like she was. But here and now, she didn't know how to get back up in the ring. She hadn't been in that ring of her own free will, rather dragged in by and ear and them beaten. It looked like it was going to be a victory for Blaire (and eventually, little did Annie know, it would be), but then she went to far. It wasn't with her second comment, no. Not even with the daring third one. It was with her fourth. Big bad Anne can’t be affectionate? That’s sad,

That was too far. The shock disappeared form Anne's eyes, and anger didn't replace it. Rage did. If anger and aggression were bad, try out rage. Her hands curled into fists, her eyes narrowed. "I. Can. Be." You see, Blaire had stepped too far; or maybe Anne had overinterpreted. She said Anne couldn't show affection. Well, she could. "My team. My coach. Faith." The last word was a snarl. The only person she showed utmost respect for, and Blaire was saying she couldn't show affection to that one person. "You know what's sad, Blaire?" She asked, taking a step forward. "I bet I know, I bet Morgan knows and I bet you know too." A grin contrasted with her eyes...or just made her look mildly insane. "I think what's sad is you're not a fast runner. So I'll give you fifteen seconds for a head start. If you want that date you better run there, and beat me there because the only thing, you said yourself, you know about football, is tacking. It's brutal on grass, what'll it be on concrete, hmm?" Anne backed off a step, to let Blaire move. "I can show affection, but people have to earn it. And you know what? Most people never have. Fifteen...Fourteen..."

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notes| I hope wherever Blaire is taking Anne is nearby. Or Blaire has a sudden burst of adrenaline.