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Post by Lana Louise Evans on Aug 2, 2012 4:14:49 GMT -5
Pom Poms in her hands, a key wrapped in the strands she tried to unlock the door. Jesus! It wasn't like they couldn't protect themselves if someone breaks in, but anyway. Screaming slightly in frustration, she finally got the key in the door. Glistening, a skill that she used frequently. But she wanted a calm, content and less-then-horrid night with her cousins. Watching movies, the popcorn, the beer and just chilling. No drama what so ever, so as she turned the nob, she let the door swing open as her pom poms fell to the floor, then her keys, and her bag - and her handbag. For shits sake! She was like a fairy minibus and moaned as everything toppled from her, along with her phone. Everything scattered on the carpet, and she grabbed for her keys and put them on the door-way table, moaning. "Screw my face!". She moaned as she tried to grab for everything. She swung her bag onto the table two, and tossed her handbag on top. What an exhilirating day in the life of Lana Evans. All that was left were the pom poms, so picking them up she sighed as she walked into the lounge room.
A long day it had been. First of all, she was forced to have a run in with the loser footballers, Vasity Supernatural right! Anyway, when a freshmen kid who was at tryouts was found murdered, Lana knew she had to do something. She let them go, hoping they would wake up to themselves. Unfortunately; no. They were still summoning demons and taking their powers, and it was definitely becoming beyond a joke. She didn't have Nessa on her side anymore, she was chasing an evil lead. When they would come back? No one knew, but right now it was her against these guys. She couldn't kill them, but she had to find something. Some power-out or something. One fairy did not the power of the universe make. But that was tomorrow's problem, the Brothers Trinity had LA to protect. But LA High needed his attention right now, and she had already had her spot of violence with the elastic quarterback. Chillax time please!
Standing in the threshold of the lounge room, she looked to Xzavier in the dim light. Holding the pom poms to her chest, she grinned widely. "Give me a - - - break!". Sighing, the lip dropping she tossed the pom poms onto the couch as she staggered to the couch in her cheerleading uniform. Falling onto the couch, the she burried her face into the pillow as she groaned loudly. She just wanted to die with some corn, some under-ages brew and some comedy movie - or action. Not like their lives were missing this, but anyways. "X! I is so tired!". She yelled into the pillow as the motionless cheerleader laid on the couch, not wanting to move to much. If the world exploded right now, she could totally deal with that. This chick could regenerate for god's sake. Not now though, now she was the tired teen who wanted to chill on a Friday night. Ergo, chillsen with the cuz. |
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Post by xzavier Michael Evans on Aug 8, 2012 0:18:29 GMT -5
Xzavier stared at the very large printed instructions on the back of the frozen pretzels box meant for lazy people who didn’t feel like actually taking the time to make a real dinner in the kitchen. Yep, that was Xzavier tonight….well more like every night lately. He probably should make dinner, but cooking really wasn’t his forte at all, and it wasn’t like there was anyone ever around to cook for except for Lana who he really didn’t think was going to be home tonight either honestly until he heard the door swing open, multiple contents fall to the floor and then a very out of the ordinary comment referring to the screwing of someone’s face. A smirk spread across his face as he leaned forward and set the oven to preheat. Yep, it was definitely Lana. ”Hope you are craving cheap frozen foods and beer.” He yelled from the kitchen as he set the empty box onto the counter.
Xzavier moved through the dining room and headed into the living room where he had already decided on a movie to watch. It was the newest Dukes of Hazzard which starred Jessica Simpson who was nothing compared to the very sexy Kathy Bock who played Daisy in the original Dukes of Hazzard. But he would live. Sexy blonde regardless of who she was, was good enough for him. Xzavier picked up the case, popped it open, and slipped it into the already awaiting DVD player tray. Xzavier tossed the case back onto the entertainment system setup and glanced over at Lana who was now standing in the entrance to the living room. She was of course sporting the school colors in her cheerleading outfit and holding her pom poms with a very large grin on her face. He watched as she proceeded to begin the very common and rather overrated cheer ‘give me a…’ ending it with the word ‘break’ instead of an actual letter. Her smile faded turning into a drooping lip, that same drooping lip Xzavier always got when Lana didn’t get what she wanted. He watched as she flopped down onto the couch face first. ”God those outfits just keep gettin’ sluttier and sluttier every year.” He said jokingly as he shook his head. In all honestly it was the truth. He remembered when the outfits were long sleeve shirts and skirts stopping at the knees. Now they were a bit more risqué. He wished she would stop wearing it home from practice. There were locker rooms for a reason. Her wearing that out in public just caught the eye of god knows what. But as much as he pestered her about it, it never changed, so he decided not to bother tonight. She seemed to be having a hard day as it was.
Xzavier moved across the room to HIS lazy-boy. Well, it didn’t have his name on it, but if everyone was home all at once, you better make damn sure you weren’t sitting in it or he’d have a fit. Xzavier grabbed the DVD remote off the table next to HIS lazy-boy and fiddled with it to get the movie to start. Although he paused it because he was pretty sure Lana wasn’t done talking, and besides, he was waiting for the pretzels which he was so looking forward to dipping into the cheese dip he bought. Xzavier chuckled. ”Awww, did widdle cheer weader have a hard day bouncing around and screaming cheers?” Xzavier sighed and nodded at her. ”That does sound so exhausting.” He was of course being sarcastic. He was sure there was more to her day than her normal cheers. But he had to mess with her. If he didn’t, it wouldn’t be a normal day at the Evans’ house. |
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Post by Lana Louise Evans on Aug 8, 2012 6:18:46 GMT -5
This - this was good. Home, couch, Johnny Knoxville; what's gotta be bad with that. I'll tell you what, the fact that once she wakes up the next morning she has to undergo the same crap. It was like her life was an episode of Gossip Girl crossed with some really horrific supernatural sitcom. It was tragic, and she kind of felt that what it was was her overlooking a past mistake. She believed kinda that she should have not joined cheerleading again. Hey, it's a great distraction. Especially with stuff now days. But it wasn't - her anymore. Back in Detroit she was the snob who had her pom poms up her ass. Before that she was a fat kid that no one ever spoke too. She has been trying to be something extravagant for so long that she was missing the big picture, to who she wanted to be. Ergo her new do, ergo the wants for her new personality. She could be anyone she wants, and for too long she had been grieving and mellow, hating herself and her powers. But she wanted to love what she was, and do what she wanted and help those that need it. That's the real Lana Evans; not a cheerleader.
From under the pillow she heard what he said. Such a fucking guy! She lifted her head and had a jaw dropped expression. "Shut up!". She sighed, dropping the lip again and sinking her face into the pillow. It was onyl slutty if you want it too be, and their captain definitely flaunted this. When they hike the skirt up those inches higher, go pantyless to football games and get the breast implants. Right now moping into a pillow, she didn't feel to sexy or slutty, or anything. Just a need for a Corona and a dier need for some food. And they were stuck with freeze food tonight, too bad the king of brewing himself wasn't here. But she had Dukes of Hazard, chilling hours and Xzavier; life wasn't completely bad. When she heard him shuffling across the room to 'his seat', she shifted and supported her head with her hand and looked up at the bastard, feeling kind of calm yet kind of stressed at the same time. Life of a teenage fairy was just to stressful now days.
When he made his joke, she did smirk. He had a way to make her smile even when she feels like a pink piece of crap, but kind of thinking and talking she decided to let it all out on the table. "No, not that. It's just - a lot of stuff. Like these guys at school. They have been kinda summoning demons to make themselves more macho, but I think it just just fucking lame!". She dramatically stated, but it took to much energy to keep an act like that up. "But yeah, I almost got killed by one of their pet demons. I just dunno - I have to stop them but they are people. I can't do anything to people....... Can I do anything to people?". She asked him. Could she do this to people? Not like kill them, but stop them. If these guys go out on the field on Friday and hurt someone, she would know it was her fault. But she can't save everyone - but if you are as fast as her, then anything can be possible right? "Oh, and thanks for noticing my hair butt-hole! I don't get short cut and pink streaks for nothing. Even Mr Stalker Demon was able to give a compliment". She said as she got up, went to the kitchen and got a beer. Oh hell yes! It wasn't moonshine for the movie occassion but it would definitely do. |
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Post by xzavier Michael Evans on Aug 13, 2012 11:22:42 GMT -5
Xzavier watched as Lana lifted her head and told him to flat out shut up. When her lip slipped out again in a pouty face, Xzavier was satisfied at his comments before about her outfit being slutty. They worked. Although they went round and round with this. She knew Xzavier meant nothing serious by it. This was just him joking around with her which she was probably very used to. But the best thing about his jokes was that he got to see his cousin smile which was too few and far between lately. He was really worried about her. Something was up, and he wasn’t exactly sure what. But he had opened up the soap box for her, so vomit of the talking would most likely happen. And sure enough it did. He wanted to laugh when Lana sat up and got really dramatic with her explanation, but he refrained from doing so. He had to stay serious at least until she was done with her little story.
She finally asked him a question that wasn’t at all dramatized, and he was fairly surprised. He hesitated for a second trying to find the best way to answer, but Lana didn’t stop there. She went on with insulting him because he didn’t notice her hair. The truth was he hadn’t noticed, but she didn’t need to know that. Xzavier chuckled and sat down on HIS lazy-boy. As he did this, Lana got up and headed into the kitchen. He grabbed his ice cold beer off of the side table and took a gulp. Wow was that good. It wasn’t like it was different at all. It was the same beer he bought every week, and it wasn’t any colder than normal. Maybe it was just because of the situation. He’d actually get to sit down and relax for a bit with his favorite cuz….if she didn’t kill him for not noticing her new crazed hairstyle. ”Eh, I figured you got enough attention from these jock guys who are summoning demons. You don’t need mine too. And well, you’re right. You can’t kill them, although they are as bad as the rest of the shit we fight. Hmmm, you could always just scare them with your pink hair.” He shrugged. ”Just a suggestion. I mean that’d do it to ya. Damn who even did that? You look like a pink peacock on steroids, Lana!” Xzavier laughed from the living room. But even with the jokes, he did have to get down to business. Apparently these guys were causing problems, and they needed to be stopped before they hurt someone like Lana in the crossfire of their evil plans. ”Why do jocks need to feel all macho anyways? Just go beat someone up.” Xzavier shrugged. ”I mean that is what I do.” Xzavier took another swig of his beer. He was pretty sure Lana was already on top of grabbing one out of the fridge for herself, and boy could he get into some trouble for that. But he figured she was almost 18, and it didn’t do any harm if she was sitting right here drinking with him. He was her guardian yes, and that is what he did. He guarded her. Underage drinking was the least of his problems in protecting Lana.
Xzavier set his beer down on the side table and leaned forward in HIS lazy-boy resting his elbows on his thighs and connecting his hands out in front of him. ”No, seriously though, scaring them would probably be the best bet here. We scare the shit out of them, so they don’t want to make any more demon babies, and then we go hunting for the rest of these suckers they’ve summoned.” He nodded with a smile on his face. ”I know, perfect plan right?” He sat back sighing with a rather proud grin on his face. ”See, and this is why I’m the cool one, I swear.” He glanced back over at Lana. Okay serious mode again. Xzavier pushed himself up again. "Beating some demon ass? Count me in. But only if you help me with a little vampire problem i've been tracking. You in?" |
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