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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 0:19:26 GMT -4
The elevator to Scarlett's place seemed to just be dragging things out for Jennifer today. She'd made this trip before but under way more fun circumstances. Today was different though. It still didn't make sense to her why, since she was biased, but God damn it if wasn't. Oh sure, you think this is one of those stupid things that'll blow over in time but nooooo, drive all the way out to my stupid apartment that's too good to be in the same tower as the serfs, come get your stuff and get out she says.
And now she had way too much time to stew over it. Mercifully, the elevator opened and she instinctively made her way down the path.
Deep breath as she knocks on the door.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 1:02:13 GMT -4
All of Jennifer's stuff in a box? Check.
Everything that reminded her of Jennifer in that same box? Check.
Pictures of themselves placed face down at the bottom of the box, to heighten the risk of a broken frame? Check.
Swiping her hands together at all her hard work, she lets out a sigh of relief. "Well,I suppose that wasn't too hard." She smiled, and although she did feel somewhat depressed over this entire situation, it was for the better. The more they separated, and the more they didn't have to have constant reminders of each other, the more pleasant Scarlett would feel. Jennifer was cheating on her anyways, and she already found someone new, so it's not like Scarlett needed any of Jennifer's things anymore regardless. Plopping down on her couch, and flipping on the TV, she angrily swiped the "Jennifer Box" aside. It was only a matter of time before she shown up anyways.
Just when it seemed she finally found something on the TV, someone knocked on her door, and she instantly knew who it was. Taking in a deep breath, she picks up the box, and heads toward her door. Just drop the box in her hands, and then close the door in her face. Simple plan.
Closing her eyes, she turns the doorknob, and props open the door.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 1:15:14 GMT -4
She put on a smile when Scarlett came to the door. After all she was the winner, just waiting for Scarlett to snap out of it in her mind.
Hey. I came for my stuff. I would have brought a shovel but I think the lady at the desk thought I was a terrorist or something.
Jennifer takes a little step forward putting her foot squarely in the door and her hand in the frame. Hopefully Scarlett's temptation to smash them wouldn't get the better of her.
So, I'm ready to come in and get to work.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 1:29:34 GMT -4
"Just give her the box, and slam the door Scarlett! Break her nose or something!" Kept going through Scarlett's mind as she gave Jennifer a pleasant smile. For some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do it, as much as she wanted to, she just couldn't. Shifting the box so it was now placed between both her hands, she tries to push it into Jennifer's chest. "Here you go!" She spits out, rather quickly so it sounded all slurred together. Scarlett wanted to get this done as quickly as possible.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 1:45:18 GMT -4
Jennifer almost wasn't ready for it, but she was able to react in time not to drop everything on the ground. Once she gets a decent handhold she gently sets the whole thing on the ground and lifts the lid.
You don't care if I just go through everything here do you? I don't want to have to drive all the way home open this thing up and realize I don't have something. Then I'd have to call you up and we'd have to do this whole thing over again. Can you say awkward?
Alright, she didn't actually know what was supposed to be in there. There were a few key items she somehow knew disappeared from her apartment. The important thing was face time, maybe if she was around long enough she wouldn't be able to help but believe her. Scarlett would sense it ons some level and that would be that. More realistically though, this was probably the last time they'd see each other outside of the ring for a while and even though things were tense she had to make it count.
She looked back up as she kept sifting through.
So, what's on TV? I mean not that it matters to me now since it'll probably be a while before I get home but you know, what I mean. Now, big picture, interesting trends going into later today?
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 2:00:32 GMT -4
Scarlett began tapping her foot. Why couldn't she just leave so they could just get this over with already? It's not like everything was a-okay between them. Trying to put on a friendly tone, "Oh, it's nothing really. The TV just landed on Fox Sports Net, nothing big, just a small skate competition...as if I'd watch skating anyways." She folds her arms together rather nervously as she walks over to the remote, and turns it to the Disney Channel, which just happened to be showing it's latest episode Hannah Montana. A corny joke comes up, and Scarlett forces a giggle. Since when did Scarlett watch Hannah Montana?...heck, when was the last time Scarlett even let out a fake laugh? "Nothing just seems to be on television," she quickly responds to her odd behavior as she turns it off.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 2:14:50 GMT -4
Uh, right...
That was strange. The whole scene was still as tense but just in a different way. As in, end of a detective movie. Jennifer stayed on her knees playing at taking inventory.
Not really into skating, huh?Like, media juggernaut tween sitcoms are better not into it. I get it. To tell the truth I kind of like it. Bunch of my friends were actually kind of good back in high school. So, are you a “that's not a real sport” stuck up elitist type, or a “can't stand all the damn Mountain Dew ads” stuck up purist type?
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 2:23:16 GMT -4
Despite the fact that Mountain Dew seemed to be Scarlett's saving grace, she walks over to the refrigerator, and leans against it, as if she was hiding the evidence of the lie she was just about to catch herself with. "It's just a trend, just a trend. Give it another ten years, and both will be gone completely, making television just that more pleasant to watch, and movies no longer having whore advertising." She thinks back towards the previous year, and how in Cloverfield and Transformers, Mountain Dew seemed to be the only soft drink in both universes. "Nevertheless, people will grow bored of watching people break themselves eventually, and skating will say hello to ESPN 8: The Ocho." Ah, Dodgeball.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 2:37:52 GMT -4
First of all, best channel ever. Secondyou know they'll be replaced by some super caffeinated sludge we'll have to inject into our bloodstreams if we want to stay up for parties, and I hear they're seeing if there's any legal loopholes for broadcasting Extreme Death Sports from international waters.
Enjoy this while you can still stand to watch TV, this is all going to seem so quaint to future us.
She stands up, with a good amount of fake embarrassment on her face.
You're going to hate me, but did I leave a belt in here? Black, leather, studs? I know, I know I've basically done that look to death and that this might be a fashion blessing in disguise but still.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 2:48:51 GMT -4
Oi, the last thing Scarlett wanted was for Jennifer to begin searching the place. Thinking of something quick,she gives her a 'oh, don't worry about it' face. "Let me check my room for anything similar, and I'll be out in a moment, just stay still." Getting herself off the fridge, she leaves Jennifer to mingle in the living room and kitchen, as she jolts over to her room, and looks for a belt that matches Jen's description. She just needed to find something similar, not exact, but similar, and she would be on her way out. The thing was...Scarlett didn't exactly own any black leather studded belts unless she...
Scarlett walks over to her closet, and opens it, looking towards the top shelf. Dare she plunge into memory lane?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 3:07:46 GMT -4
“Alright, I just need to rationalize as hard as I possibly can...”
She steps over in front of the fridge with her hand on the door waiting for said moral search warrant.
“Whew, all this rationalizing is making me thirsty. I mean seriously. Did she turn up the heat? It's like she's trying to make this as unpleasant as possible.”
“You know... I think I bought a Diet Coke, brought it back here, put it in the fridge and never drank it.”
She starts laughing a little.
“I bet it's just sitting there still. I should get it. I mean I did pay for it, and I did come her to take all my stuff back. It's probably the last reminder she has of me. Once it's gone she'll probably notice and then start to miss me and then....”
“And then I open the god damned fridge”
And just what did she find? Mountain Dew. Bottles of it just sitting there. Jennifer gasped.
Trying to maintain cred while funneling money to the corporations she says she hates? Unheard of!
But there was so much more.
Stickers on the side she couldn't see before, Volcom, Birdhouse, Independent, you name it and it was there.
What's she trying to pull?
She said under her breath before closing the door and leaning on it herself.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 3:22:53 GMT -4
Meanwhile, on her tip-toes, Scarlett was reaching for a box on the top shelf of her closet. How she manged to put it up there in the first place was beyond her, and she wasn't about to head back to the kitchen to grab her stool. Blowing hair away from her face, she reaches. And reaches. And reaches. Cursing under her breath, she rolls up the sleeves of her t-shirt, and tries once more, thinking that perhaps standing on one foot, putting the other in a kicking position would allow her to finally grasp the box, but nope. Looking defeated, she then glances over to her bed, and gets an idea.
Beds have springs. Springs equal jumping.
Not getting the idea to perhaps drag the bed over to the closet so she could use it as a stepping stool, she decides to be more extreme. She was going to jump it. Pulling herself on top of her bed, she begins to get a feeling for it. This shouldn't be hard, not hard at all.
"1...2....3!!"
Scarlett jumps from the edge of her bed, and tries to cling to the box on her closet, but ends up gripping the corner of the shelf, dangling. Granted, it wasn't a long fall, but Scarlett's bodyweight began taking it's toll on the shelf, and it eventually collapsed, having Scarlett fall flat on her back, the box in question falling on top of her.
That must have made quite the noise.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 3:34:15 GMT -4
Wha? Great, that's how you get back in her good graces send her on a suicide mission.
Jennifer rushes into the room and sees Scarlett on her back, down for the three count under a cardboard box. She didn't look hurt so she'd do her best not to laugh given the circumstances.
You've got to take it easy. I'll go after the dangerous stuff from now on, alright? Wow, I didn't even realize I left this much stuff here. I mean...
Jennifer offers to help Scarlett up with one hand as she opens the new box up, just assuming, not even bothering to ask and well, the contents confirmed that there was definitely a pattern here with all of the skater gear.
What the...?
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 3:43:57 GMT -4
On instinct, Scarlett quickly takes the box away, and closes it immediately. "It's nothing, nothing." She then turns her back towards Jennifer as she opens the box, and pulls out a black studded belt, placing it over her shoulder as she quickly closes it again, and places it on the floor, putting herself in front of the box, to perhaps block it from Jennifer's grasp. "Here you go." She hands the belt to Jennifer as she kicks the box under her bed, in one well, swift motion, "Might be a tad dusty...but that's only because...I put dust...on...it? Yeah."
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 3:50:13 GMT -4
Oh... that makes... very little sense. Whatever.
She blew the dust preservative off of the belt and eyed it up and down. Something wasn't quite right, and it was pretty obvious to Jennifer what it was.
I don't think this is mine.
“Please, no questions. Please, no questions. Please, no questions.”
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 3:56:46 GMT -4
"Of course it's yours, while in the world would I own a black studded belt? Totally doesn't fit with my usual everyday clothing. It has to be yours." Giving Jennifer a nervous smile, she then urges her to get out of her room, "Enough of my room, you've been here on multiple occasions anyways, and you have your belt, so let's just go now..."
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 4:08:57 GMT -4
God damn it. Fine, I really, really, really, really didn't want to have to do this but here goes.
Big sigh. Now it was Jennifer's turn to be a little embarrassed. She wraps the belt around her waist as tight as she can, but well it can't quite make it to the notch that whoever owned it had been using. She holds it at an arm's length then drops it on the bed.
See, not mine. Happy now?
She steps forward trying to make it to the floor under the bed where the mystery box ended up.
Come on just let me look in that box. There's a bunch of cool stuff in there. Probably your trophies from all the girls like me you bedded then decided to screw with afterwards. Look let me just sift through, I won't steal anything, I'll grab my belt when I see it and be on my merry way, leaving all your super secret stuff alone, deal?
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 4:17:03 GMT -4
Darn, who was she supposed to explain that? Sneakily looking to her left, she thinks of an excuse to go somewhere else, since she obviously didn't want to be in the room when Jennifer scurried through her things. "I....have to go the bathroom. I'll be back in a moment!" Holding up an index finger, she hurries out of her room, and rushes to the restroom. Knowing Jennifer, curiosity would get the best of her, and she'll end up digging through the mystery box...and the last thing Scarlett wanted was to be in her presence during this little stint of embarrassment. She was lucky Jennifer never noticed the stickers on her fridge before...then again, it was night time, and Scarlett insisted on keeping the lights off.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on May 3, 2008 4:36:24 GMT -4
Fun...
Alright... I'm going to go ahead and open the box now...Better get ready for disturbing new facts you can't possibly unknow, Jennifer.
She slides the box out and up onto the bed then re opens it. There was a whole different wardrobe in here lots of shirts with those company logos on them and one really cool one she'd never actually seen before.
And then there were the photos. Scarlett with her natural hair color. Dressing like Jennifer and skating? It was just so cool. And she hadn't even made it to the action shots
Scarlett wasn't anti-skating. She was a skater. An amazing skater at that. As she dug deeper she found a nice, if a little worn down board sitting deep in the box and touched it just to make sure it was real as a big smile crossed her face. She had to wonder how someone that talented could just hide something like this from the rest of the world.
Could she even pretend she had respected her privacy at this point? Jennifer was good enough to set the lid back on and put the box back into position before heading out of the room and waiting for her.
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Post by Scarlett Rose on May 3, 2008 4:54:33 GMT -4
After giving herself a good stare in the mirror, she began to realize that perhaps she needed to re-blonde her hair within the next week, it was seriously beginning to fade, and the last thing she needed was to be recognized. Though, without her glasses, she was hidden well enough, but nevertheless...
Breaking her train of though, Scarlett decides to leave the bathroom. Big decision, and she knew Jennifer probably looked through the box, only, only obvious. Closing her eyes, she faces her fate, and steps onto the living floor carpet, barefoot. "Oh! I forgot to flush!" She quickly announces as she jolts back into the bathroom, and flushes the toilet. It was unneeded, she didn't even go.
Now ready, she finally heads outside the bathroom.
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