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Post by Charlotte Bennet on Dec 21, 2014 11:56:14 GMT
Lottie shrugged lightly, trying to think of how to explain Beacon Hills. She knew slightly more about what Beacon Hills was actually like compared to other people, but she wasn't exactly going to tell Willow about the banshee thing or the fact that there was other supernatural things here. She didn't want to come across as some crazy girl walking around the woods. Finally, after thinking for a minute or so, she replied "It's okay. It's a bit strange sometimes, and there's always something going on. Sometimes good sometimes bad, but apart from that, i don't know, it's okay. Pretty normal i guess" She hoped that was the kind of thing Willow was after, as she didn't really know how else to explain.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 5:26:13 GMT
The girl's reply satisfied Willow for now, what Lottie had said was a lot more than she'd gotten out of half the people here. Some would say it was 'nice' or 'special' and leave it at that like she was supposed to get something from the statement, so the blonde's words were fine. Though, it just made the town sound bland. Some good, some bad- that was just describing the world in general. Normal wasn't fun, but she did comment saying something was always happening.
Willow only hoped that was true.
Marching around a stump of a decaying tree, she found herself right back at Lottie's side in an instant. Biting her lip, she settled into the comfort of her presence before asking yet another question, "What's your favorite movie?" Random, but it was better than talking about the land they were lost in for hours.
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Post by Charlotte Bennet on Dec 22, 2014 23:26:57 GMT
Of course, at Willow's question every film Lottie had ever seen and enjoyed left her mind, and she couldn't help but sigh. Not at the brunette, of course, but because her damn brain couldn't come up with any films. Chewing on her lip for a few moments as she carried on walking, her booted feet trudging through mud and leaves in search of the pond thing they were looking for. Finally she answered, even though she didn't exactly give an answer to the question she had asked. "I don't know really, but me and my brother watch Mean Girls a lot i guess. It's his favourite" She explained, only realising how feminine she may have made Tyler sound after the words had left her lips. Oh well; he was pretty feminine most of the time, anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 16:16:46 GMT
That worked, it didn't matter if it was her favorite or not, but her answer helped Willow learn something about her and that was the point. So Lottie had a brother who was a bit on the girly side, which led her to assume that he was gay, but also keep an open mind that he may just really enjoy the movie. Either way, they were slowly delving into something more personal than just the town- it'd make things more worth while.
"I like the film," she replied softly, recalling the time she'd forced Leon to watch it with her and how she regretted it ever since. Her brother would march around their house back in Britain screaming 'You go Glenn Coco' whenever she did anything and would whisper 'She doesn't even go here' every single time her friends come over. So yeah, she liked the movie, but hated what her brother did with it. Smiling softly, she glanced back at the map, assuming they only had a bit further to go before they actually reached the pond.
"Your brother, yeah? What's he like?" Just another little jab to learn about the girl.
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Post by Charlotte Bennet on Dec 26, 2014 23:42:34 GMT
Lottie had to force down the words "How do i even begin to explain Tyler Bennet?" because she'd only known Willow for about 20 minutes max, and she didn't want to come off even stranger then she already probably looked. She was already a weird girl who was lost in a forest with a map she couldn't read, and she didn't want to come off as a mean girls fanatic who just spent her spare time quoting the film and learning the dance from it. So, she paused to think for a moment, wondering how she should begin to explain Tyler Bennet. "Hmh. I guess, he's the nicer one of us. He's 2 years older then me, and practically an angel to be honest. I don't know really." She didn't know how else to describe him, as she'd always looked up Tyler, and she'd really always thought of him as an angel, even if they did fight sometimes. "Do you have any siblings?" She asked, turning the conversation back to Willow quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 5:42:57 GMT
A smile curved back onto her lips as Lottie spoke of her sibling, her eyes flickering from the taller blonde to the forestry around her to make sure she didn't run into a tree or anything. Willow would prefer not looking like an utter imbecile in front of a potential friend. Listening intently to the words being spoke, she nodded involuntarily. It was just a tick, something she'd done since she was little. A simple bob to let the other person know she was paying attention to them even if her gaze was set elsewhere. Nibbling on her lip as she noted everything said about the brother, Willow hoped she'd get the chance to maybe meet him one day because the way Lottie described him made him sound so pleasant.
Cocking her head some once she was asked the same question in return, she nodded softly and eagerly explained, "I have a brother. Leon, a year older than me- and also by far the nicer one out of us. He's the peace keeper in my house, and I'm usually the one who causes the havoc he tries to clean up." Shrugging, she added a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the shade she threw on herself. "I mean, I haven't always been the cloud that rained on everyone's parade, but after the move," Willow just shrugged, assuming Lottie would understand what she meant by it.
A new place meant a new Willow.
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Supernatural
Written by Rebecca.
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Post by Charlotte Bennet on Jan 5, 2015 0:23:23 GMT
Lottie shoved her hands as deep into her jacket pockets as was possible, which wasn’t actually that deep because the fashion industry could be horribly sexist when it came down to things like pockets. It was one thing that had always bugged her- the fact that she wasn’t allowed to have functioning pockets just because she had a vagina and not a penis. Did they think that she could use it as an extra pocket? That she could just jam stuff up there to hold them while she got on with her day? Well, if they did they were idiots, because that was not how it worked, and it was a bit of a weird assumption. At least this coat actually had pockets, though, the amount of times she’d picked something up just to find it had fake pockets was astounding, and very annoying. If she ever actually became a designer she’d make sure to design clothes with functioning pockets.
Pushing all thoughts of vagina pockets and sexist industries away, she smiled over at Willow as she began speaking again. They seemed to be in pretty similar situations with the whole sibling situation. After something drastic happened in their lives and they became all bitch and secluded, while their older brothers became angels everyone loved. Or, they’d been angels before, but now shined through even more. She laughed lightly when Willow finished speaking, nodding as she agreed. “Same. I get what you mean, things change and you end up changing with them, i guess” She said, shrugging slightly as she did so. She wasn’t about to spill everything to a girl she’d just met in the woods, but she’d do her best to relate when possible to make her feel like she was less alone.
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