on saturday *// shell

[amanda parker]

WANNA FLY LIKE PAPER, GET HIGH LIKE PLANES
[ if you catch me at the border, got my visas and my names ]

At long last, the weekend had arrived. To say that Manda was thrilled would be a bit of an understatement, actually. She was up and bounding around by six thirty on a Saturday morning, just because weekends made her that hyper. When she first opened her eyes, Manda's original plan was to curl up on the couch with a bowl of cereal and watch whatever cartoon came on Nick that early in the morning. If it was that new show, Fanboy and Chum Chum, she would throw a chair at the tv and order a movie on demand (a feature she and Shell had been willing to pool their money together to purchase). However, she noted that her roommate was still snoozing happily. Rather than disturb Shell with her television watching, Manda planted a quick kiss on Shell's temple and went twirling out the door. After getting dressed, of course. It was the begging of November, the month where Virginia weather started to get harsh. She slipped on her favorite pair of boots and a feaux fur lined hat - probably Shell's - before heading out.

Forty-five minutes later exactly, she returned with a piping hot up of hot chocolate. It was issuing clouds of steam, which Manda would sniff at happily on her way up the stairs and back to her dorm. Once she was safely off the steps and back on level ground, she raised the cup to her lips and took a small sip. She couldn't help wincing as the first sip of cocoa scorched her throat, but it was well worth. She got a swallow of whipped cream with the next one, which softened the blow considerably. Then she inserted her key, opened the door, and walked into the room. Rather than check to make sure her roommate was out and about, Manda decided it was about time to wake her up anyway. Setting her cocoa on their small coffee table, she then plopped down on the couch and snatched up the remote. She turned on Nick to discover that Dora the Explora was on. The big kid (or rather, bigger kid) shows didn't start until ten. Frowning, Manda brought her finger down on the 'on demand menu' button. She was scrolling through the 'All Movies A-L' titles when she heard shuffling behind her.

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words:: 393tags:: sha-sha-sha-shell outfit:: here notes:: lame word count. x.x

[rochelle blanchard]

sometimes i feel sitting on trains ,
every stop i get to i'm clocking that game

Growing up, Rochelle had always loved the weekends because it meant spending all day watch cartoons snuggled between her parents on the couch in their cozy little living room. She still loved spending her Saturdays curled up on the couch watching TV, but now it was with Manda instead of her parents, and they only watched cartoons if there was something decent on. This past week had been more hectic than most, however, especially with all the late-night plotting she had been doing, so she slept in later than usual. She vaguely recalled waking up when someone ( Manda, obviously ) had kissed the side of her head, but Shell had quickly drifted back to sleep after that. It was the sound of the television that had finally pulled her from her slumber. Slowly sitting up in bed, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and then glanced at the clock on her nightstand. She had gotten a little over an hour of extra sleep, which wasn’t too bad, since she was usually up between five forty-five and six on the weekends. Pushing a hand through her rumpled hair, she tossed off the covers and threw her legs over the edge of the bed.

The moment her bare feet touched the floor, Rochelle was wide awake. Any other day of the week, she wouldn’t be fully awake until after her sewing class ( it was a miracle she had an A in the class and had managed to avoid injuring herself so far this year ), but on Saturdays, she was as hyper as a kid on Halloween. Adjusting her shirt - a huge thing that her dad had gotten for her as a joke and that she insisted on sleeping in every night - she left her room, following the sounds of the TV and the smell of hot chocolate. Seeing Manda on the couch scrolling through a list of movies, Shell grinned. "Good morning!" She sang as she skipped over to the couch, plopping down next to her best friend ( her freaking twin ) and giving Manda their special eyebrow waggle. It had taken months for both of them to master it, but it was so worth the weird looks people gave them when they were wiggling their eyebrows at each other from across the room. "Dora the Dimwitted Explorah is still on?" She asked, the question rhetorical. If Manda was looking for a movie to watch, that meant there were no good cartoons on yet.

everyone's a winner now we're making that fame ,
bonafide hustler making my name
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tagged Manda Panda ♥ words 420 outfit hurr notes no worries, my word count is just as bad. status finished~

[amanda parker]

WANNA FLY LIKE PAPER, GET HIGH LIKE PLANES
[ if you catch me at the border, got my visas and my names ]

The shuffling soon turned into singing. Not a full-out opera, just a morning greeting, but it still held a hint of the voice Shell hid from the general public. Manda cast a quick glance over her shoulder to a mumble a return of the greeting before becoming immersed in her title browsing once more. Not to be ignored, Shell skipped over to the couch and plopped down next to Manda. Manda elevated her hot chocolate to absorb the shock, then returned the eyebrow waggle Shell was giving her with a laugh. It had taken months of mastery, to the point where now that she could execute it properly, Manda felt like one badass ninja. Shell continued on to ask the rhetorical question of whether or not Dora was still on. At least, Manda hoped it was rhetorical. If she was browsing movie titles, the answer should have been blatantly obvious. Just for the laughs, she said in her best Spanish accent, "Aah, si. Buenos días, mi hermoso cuate!" Manda knew a small smattering of Spanish phrases, most of which she looked up in case they decided to mock Dora on some random date. And it helped her not to feel inferior when Shell switched to French. Seeing as she'd come from France, Manda's roomie (and freaking twin) did that a lot.

After flashing Shell one of her patented teasing grins, she took a sip of her hot chocolate. Making a face at it, she sloshed the liquid around in the cup, then held it out to Shell. "Want some? It's muy delicioso." Rather than sitting there staring at her roommate while she decided whether or not to sip the soda, Manda returned her attention to the On Demand menu. She'd made great progress over the past minute or so... she was all the way in the Bs. She stopped the cursor over the title, Beverly Hills Ninja, then turned her head to exchange glances with Shell. "Grasshopper," she began, in a Japanese accent even worse than her Spanish one, "if we watch this film, you may complete your training." She clicked the title to read the movie synopsis. It was about an old Japanese legend of the Great White Ninja, and how when a white foreigner appeared on Japanese shores, they thought he surely was the one. Then he grew up to be fat and uncoordinated. "Oh, I've heard of this!" Manda gushed, grabbing hold of Shell's wrist with her free hand (and dropping the remote in the process) and jumping up and down in her seat. "I think this is the movie Chris Rock became famous was for. And the ninja that gets hired to tail the white guy is supposed to be cute." Manda shrugged. "It could be good." She then proceeded to unleash the full power of her puppy-dog pout on Shell.

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words:: 484 tags:: sha-sha-sha-shell outfit:: here notes:: manda panda? OMSQUEE I LOVE IT!!