Room 232, Wednesday afternoon

[unddann]

Lola was bored. Bored enough, in fact, to end up calling her mom, just to talk.

"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"

Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.

And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.

She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.

[ooc: door and post are open.]

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[unddann]

Lola snorted. "Typical. Are fathers ever at home?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Not really." Especially when they're on a cattle run across nine states or delivering whatever to Florida. "What's your dad do?"

[unddann]

"He's a banker. Money is all and all is money. Dummkopf."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Oh. My dad drives a truck, so he's only home... about a week every month. If that." He lightly kicked the doorjamb. "He's not rich, though. We get by."

[unddann]

Lola snorted. "If my father is rich, he doesn't share it, much. Your father, he has a good reason not to be home, though. His work is all over."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"So he's not home even when he should be? That's just not right. I mean, I know he's away, my dad, but he comes home when he can." He shook his head.

[unddann]

"I think my father would rather have a different home." Lola shrugged. "But it is what it is, ja? It's too sad a topic for first meeting."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"True. Definitely not. This would be good for a meeting that would involve lots of alcohol, probably for the roof. I hear that's the place to go to bitch about things." He shrugged back. "So. Happy things. Have you had a Squishy?" he asked, holding up the weapon cup.

[unddann]

"A . . . 'squishy'?"

That look? That meant "no, I've never had a squishy".

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

That look? Disbelief that one could live without a Squishy.

He shook the cup, and the Squishy obliged by making squishy sounds. "It's a Squishy. From that Turtle store. Frozen drinks? They're awesome!" He held the cup out for her to inspect, walking closer.

[unddann]

Lola leaned slightly back. "But 'squishy' is . . ." She clearly doesn't know the right word. "Not for eating."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Sure it is!" He demonstrated by taking a slurp. Luckily, he did not get brainfreeze and thus demonstrate her point that it was inedible.

"See? Tasty!" Pls ignore the purple tongue.

[unddann]

Lola muttered about weird Americans under her breath. "And you get a 'squishy' at a store for turtles?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Turtle runs it. She's about yay tall--" Jack held out his hand "--and kicks people in the shins, according to the radio. "Get the Grape. It's the best flavor!"

Jack didn't catch the muttering. There's lots of things Jack doesn't catch.

[unddann]

"Turtle is . . . a turtle?"

What? There was a talking frog here. And a unicorn. It was totally possible that the store was run by a tall turtle.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Totally, but the not-adult enhanced warrior turtles weren't around. Or were so good at being ninja, they just couldn't be seen.

"No, she's a person. Named Turtle. I think she hates her name. Or her parents were hippies," he said with a shrug.

[unddann]

"So it's not a usual name, here."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. Haven't heard of anyone else named after an animal that I can think of. Waitaminute... My roommate's a frog, but he's not named Frog. He's named Robin."

[unddann]

Lola nodded. "I think I've met him."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Cool! He was gone for the summer, but now he's back. Bad news is that now I have to keep the room clean since he has half of it. Who's your roommate?"

Jack slurped more Squishy. Mmmmm.

[unddann]

This guy was slightly hyper, wasn't he.

"Tony. He's working on the play in town."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Only just slightly.

"Oh, with that one guy? I was in the last one. It was fun."

[unddann]

Lola shrugged. "I guess. I'll probably see it when it's performed, but I don't know about it, really."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"It's supposed to be a comedy, which means that people don't die. Or as much. I think."

Jack wasn't too big on reading sometimes.

[unddann]

"It's Shakespeare. I have heard of it. Not so good as some German plays, but not bad."