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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 20:25:59 GMT -5
Being the busy little bee that she was, Twigg hadn't had much time to think about what to wear today, much to her annoyance, but by the time she'd called around and got a babysitter, at a little too short notice, and got Tyler ready for his day, leaving an endless list of instructions for the babysitter, it was almost noon.
Thankful that it only took a few minutes to get from hers and Jamie place to Frank's, she quickly grabbed anything remotely black and pink and the other items he wanted, planted a kiss on her sons forehead, yelled a quick goodbye to Janey and left their house, taking the stairs two at a time and hitting the floor with a smack of her feet. Hurrying down the block she took a right up Franks street, making good enough time. Finally his door came into sight and she ran up his path, her eyes darting to the watch on her wrist, only 2 minutes late, that wasn't bad. Reaching up she rapped loudly on the door and waited for him to answer, adjusting her hair and dress as best she could, wishing in vain that she'd had more times to perfect herself. The skeleton dress she wore had been the most black thing she'd been able to grab at the last minute and hoped he didn't mind.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 20:38:46 GMT -5
Why did Twigg even knock anymore? She was always welcome in Frank's house, even if it were two in the morning. But he did recognize her knock and opened the door slowly. She was late. Ah, well.
"I love how you're late," he said, pointing to a grandfather clock in the living room. His house had always been very old tyme-y and gothic. "Ah, well. Follow me, 'mdear," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the back of his house. To his bedroom.
The bedroom had a tiny bed and multiple band posters, totally unlike the rest of the house. "Throw your stuff on the bed," he said, opening a drawer in his desk.
He smiled as he placed a brand new memory card in Twigg's hand. "It holds two thousand. Brand new," he said proudly. "Cost more than the damn camera."
He grabbed his camera off of the window seal and placed the memory card in the slot. "You ready to be my model?"
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 20:44:12 GMT -5
As the door opened and revealed Frank's familiar face she couldn't help, as always to grin rather foolishly. "Well that's good at least, hopefully you'll love how unorganised I am too," winking as she always did around him she stepped past him into the house at his invitation, his hand firmly gripping her thin wrist, finally realising how odd it actually was for her to knock, though usually she was with Kennie and that gal would walk right into the whitehouse if she was there. It was hard to ignore the feel of his skin on her, but she managed to battle the dreaded butterflies in her stomach, that currently felt more like birds.
When they ended up in his bedroom she remained quiet for a moment, it wasn't as if she hadn't been in here before, hell she'd spent more nights than she could count in that very bed there, but still it seemed strange, usually she wasn't invited in, she just took the liberty, and usually it was the night or the morning after. At his instructions she dropped her bag of clothes onto the bed and took a seat, bouncing up and down childishly at once, her mouth spread in a grin. "Wow, classy," she laughed at his new memory card, amused at the excitement it installed in him. "Yep, ready as every my love."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 20:54:12 GMT -5
Frank smiled, pointing to the small red wall next to his closet. It didn't have any band posters, and was used for only photography. Clicking the power button, he held the camera up to the wall and Twigg, staring at the screen. "Just do whatever for the first few shots," he told her. If they were going to be wasting her afternoon, they might as well be having fun with it.
The dress looked beautiful on her, even if it didn't meet his exact requirements. He thought this one would work better than plain blah black, anyway.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 21:01:18 GMT -5
Until he pointed it out, Twigg had never noticed the blank spot of wall that was the only spot devoid of posters, that was strange and she stared at for a moment trying to remember if it was new or she was just really bad at taking in her surroundings. Mentally shrugging she glanced back at him, obviously she was meant to stand there. Leaving the comfy, springy surface of the bed she padded across the room, catching her reflection in a mirror above his desk and giving herself a smile, Hell she still looked great, not many Mom's managed to pull off what she did. Reaching the wall she leant against it for a moment, "anything I want?" this was where Twigg's lack of shyness set in, she had the knack of always being confident, no matter what she was doing. It was part of what made her such a good front woman for her band. One hand hooked idly in her hair she scratched her head for a moment, pulling faces at him that she didn't expect for him to capture, sticking her tongue out finally she gave a laugh, mind for once blank of ideas.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 21:06:55 GMT -5
The tongue would make a great photo for the memory albums. "Well," Frank began, tossing his camera onto his bed after it was turned off, "do you want to relax a bit before we really begin?" he asked, secretly hoping she would. "I mean, I have a kitchen full of food. And a living room full of video games. Or we could chill in here," he said, listing off options, even though she hadn't even given him an answer. "Or you could practice poses in the mirror." He shrugged. "Whatever."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 21:12:51 GMT -5
Running another hand though her hair she leant back against the wall, relaxing her body, the other hand unconsciously tugging at the short length of her skirt illogically, after all it wasn't as if Frank hadn't seen her legs before. Watching him toss the camera she flashed him a smile. "Sure," she nodded and pushed herself off the bare wall, walking closer to him. "Food sounds great, I only had time to fix Tyler something before I left, teach me to sleep in," she was lucky the little boy of hers was such a good sleeper. Laughing at his comment she shook her head. "Though the poses sound tempting, I vote food, and maybe a gory video game or two?" It would be nice to wind down with Frank with no cares to bother her.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 21:19:17 GMT -5
"Glad you agree," Frank said. He had already left his room and was walking down the hall and into the kitchen. "Do you want a meal or a snack?" he asked.
He opened the fride and pulled out a new can of Dr Pepper. He carried all major soft drink companies' drinks in his ice box and fridge, just to stay stocked up. "What do you want to drink?" he asked, setting his own drink onto the polished wooden table.
Frank's kitchen was the dirtiest part of his house, excluding his bedroom. He liked his home to look nice for company, but most company didn't come into the kitchen, so there were stains on the counters, bills piled on the table. It wasn't a clean sight.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 21:27:14 GMT -5
Fluffing her hair as she always did when she was at a loose end, Twigg slipped out of her heels and padded out of the room, encountering a pair of Frank's slippers on the way and fittingly slipping her feet inside, a unexplainable smile curling her blood red lips. At his question she left the room, appearing in the kitchen and shrugging. "How about we're bad and just snack for a while," a wicked grin appeared on her lips at the prospect of a day eating junk and playing on video games with Frank, it would be like a day with Kennie, but Frank was cuter obviously. Noticing his choice of drink she nodded towards it, "That'll do for me, I'm not fussy," throwing herself onto the setee she draped her bare legs over the arm and propped herself up on cushions so she could watch him in the kitche.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 21:40:26 GMT -5
Frank grabbed a bag of BBQ chips and a half eaten bag of sour cream and onion chips after he pulled another cold Dr Pepper out of the fridge. "And let's be even badder and eat our junk food on my pretty carpet," he said, rubbing the pale purple carpet like a cat. "Because I know how to vacuum," he added, tossing her both bags of chips, not sure which she was in the mood for.
Frank pulled two coasters out of a drawer where he kept the remote for the TV. "Please. Whatever you do, don't spill your drink," he begged, not a bit of joke in his voice anymore.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 17, 2008 9:29:09 GMT -5
Sitting up from where she had reclined on the sofa she grinned at Frank as he busied himself in the kitchen. “Don’t be such a clean freak,” she laughed, reaching out to accept the Dr. Pepper he had got her and deftly catching the bags of potato chips as they flew in her direction. “The floor sounds like a great idea” a warm smiled curled her lips as she slid off the sofa and onto the surprisingly clean carpet in front of the large t TV. “Hey I’ll give you one thing; you’re cleaner than me and Kennie. That wasn’t a lie; both girls had little time for cleaning what with Tyler and both their jobs as well as College and work that came with it. They tried their hardest but there always seemed to be something that needed doing around. “And don’t worry I wouldn’t dream of ruining such a beautiful carpet, purple is of course my favourite color.”
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 15:20:30 GMT -5
"I don't want to look like a slob," Frank protested. He knew he shouldn't worry so much about cleanliness, but somehow it always got under his skin when a picture was hanging crooked.
He smiled and nodded. Of course he was cleaner than two girls. Especially two girls who were raising a child. "Yeah, the carpet was kind of hard to find. And it's gorgeous, even if it doesn't match the room."
Frank laughed, taking the sour cream and onion chips from her to grab a handful.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 17, 2008 15:28:30 GMT -5
Shrugging her bare slender shoulders she reached out and grabbed a handful of chips from the open bag that lay in the short space between them, flashing him a grin she raised them to her lips and popped a few in her mouth, crunching merrily as something so simple as sat here eating with him was fun. Finally swallowing she almost laughed, "Yeah but it's only me, I won't tell anyone," at the mention of the carpet she looked down at it, it was pretty, she had to admit, but Twigg preferred the cold wood and tiles of her and Kennie's house, much easier to clean for a start. "Things don't need to match, hell look at me and Kennie."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 17, 2008 15:33:17 GMT -5
He nodded. Of course things didn't need to match, but they should. "I dunno. It just bugs me when things don't match, I guess," he said, looking over at the guitars for his Guiatr Hero game. They didn't match, either. One was black and white while the other was "wooden".
"Maybe a few shots with the guitars would work," he said suddenly. "Not the Guitar Hero ones, but the real ones." He shrugged. Props were always so much fun to work with, he'd figured out, and gave the model a much more natural look.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 17, 2008 15:42:01 GMT -5
Twigg bit back her usual form of teasing for the boy; OCD, with a smile and nodded in agreement. Following his gaze she made a face at the fake guitars leant against the walls, damn did she hate that game, she could play all the songs on that game with her eyes closed so why would he want to play it on a plastic replica with buttons and not strings? The idea seemed good enough anyway, and there was little else Twigg was as comfortable with as a guitar, she'd had one since she was like 7 and when she had it in her hands it was like an extension of herself. "Yeah, that'd work I guess," she tried not to show too much enthusiasm as she happy enough just sat there on the rug relaxing and wasting her day away idly.
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