Made Ya Look! {Moira}

[GERDY MILLAN]

Of course the iPod was in her gauged ears while she was getting ready. She was a master of managing to get her clothes on and off without once plucking the headphones from her ears. “Sweat, baby, sweat, baby, sex is a Texas drought.” Off came her shirt, and on came the tanktop. “I want you smothered, want you covered, like my Waffle House hash browns.”

[/color] Gerdy didn’t bother to tone it down in the locker rooms—for the most part the girls learned to tune Gerdy out. Most of them were out of the locker rooms by now; Gerdy was a class A straggler. Often taking a little longer than necessary between classes to do Gerdy-things. Download new songs, see how high she could fly, or just get high period. But she did always make her classes, even if she was a bit late to them. “Inclined to make me rise and hour early just like Daylight Savings Time.” And the girl continued to sing, Her bleached out hair finally swept up into a ponytail, and bumped on her shoulders while she clapped—startling a few of the girls.

One of them was half dressed when Gerdy decided to jump behind her, and wave her hands over the girl’s bra, without touching her---hello sexual harassment! “You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals. So let’s do it like they do it on the Discovery Channel!” Gerdy jumped away from the girl, ignoring the stream of angry cusses that came from her mouth, and Gerdy proceeded to pelvic thrust her way back to her own, measly little locker. “Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket. Lost like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it.” Taking her sweet time to twist the locker dial, Gerdy shuffled from side to side, before finally undoing the iPod and shoving it, along with her regular clothes in the locker.

If the girls thought that was going to be the end of it, they were horribly wrong. Gerdy loved her music, and she listened to the songs on her iPod without a stop—she knew the songs by heart. “Let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas.”[/color] The door burst open to the gym while Gerdy slid out on the waxed floor, with her arms spread wide over her head, “B-5 YOU SUNK MY BATTLE SHIP, PLEASE TURN ME ON, I’M MR. COFFEE WITH AN AUTOMATIC DRIP!”

“MILLAN. IN LINE.”[/i]

Gerdy was snatched out of her impromptu talent show with the bellowing voice of the P.E. coach. Immediately, the girl seemed to deflate, her arms dropping to the sides with her feet dragging as she hauled herself to the girl’s side to the chorus of laughter from the boys side. “I didn’t even finish my song.” She mumbled, under her breath, whispering the rest of the song to herself, while she looked around, the girls shuffling closer to their respective partners. Today was Tennis—boring. Which means the girls had to double up. People tended to like Gerdy, but only barely just. She could easily cross the line from entertaining to irritating, because as people got older—they seemed to lose their sense of adventure.

Except for that one girl who seemed to look…rather alone. Dark, pretty hair. A bit taller than Gerdy, however. Gerdy made eye contact with another blonde, and there was a sudden spark of competition. Unfortunately for the other blonde, Gerdy had an edge. She was just a fraction of an inch closer, and she used it to her advantage while she crept up to the dark haired girl. Gerdy, standing behind her and more towards the left, stretched a lightly tattooed arm out and tapped the girl’s right shoulder.

Oldest trick in the book.
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[/color] Hedgie / Moria
Outfit:[/color] Made ya look!
Words:[/color] 638
Notes:[/color] Here we go.
Lyrics:[/color] Gerdy Is listening to Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch[/left]

[MOIRA CALLIDON]

Moira honestly didn't mind the girl the others complained about. Most of the time it was because she had her own headphones in and blaring Green Day or the like loud enough for anyone standing within six feet of her to hear, but mainly, she really just wasn't going to bother herself with someone who just wanted to have fun. Not to mention the fact that she was a freshman and therefore likely had no say in the matter whatsoever. Today was a headphone day, and she blasted "She's a Rebel" and "Shoplifter" and so she didn't hear the girl singing "The Bad Touch", though she did catch sight of her dancing and wave her hands in front of a girl's bra. Moira could imagine the words coming out of the victim's lips were not nice at all.

Once Moira had to change, she took her iPod out and listened to the girl singing without her own headphones in. Go figure. She smiled a bit, entertained by the looks of annoyance on those preppy bitches' faces.

She filed out of the locker room with the rest of them, though near the back of the line so she could still hear the lyrics from the locker room. Honestly, Moira liked this song. It was wild. Crazy. Hopefully she would be able to finish it.

Eh, not so much. The gym teacher was a bitch anyways.

Moira was good at tennis (like she was at most sports), so she really didn't care who her partner was. If they were good, cool. If they sucked, she would be able to make up for it anyways. Plus, she was too lazy to actually try and find a partner today, so she waited until someone came to find her.

She almost gave up and went off to find someone herself when she felt a tap on her right shoulder. She turned to the right... and no one was there, so she turned a bit farther and saw the crazy girl. Did I really just fall for that? she thought, rolling her eyes at first, annoyed. Then she smiled, because being polite to someone who chose you was generally an acceptable thing, and held out her hand. "Moira." Yeah, she could do this polite thing. Sometimes. "Are you as good as tennis as you are at acting crazy?" she asked, mischevious glint in her eyes as per usual. This was going to be fun.

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[GERDY MILLAN]

Gerdy was…quite overjoyed when Moira fell for it. She grinned at the back of her head, then even bigger when she finally turned around to look at her. “Moira, that’s a pretty name. It’s kind of a full mouth sound, like…”

[/color] Gerdy scrunched up her pierced mouth, and looked towards the ceiling of the gym while squinting, “Like if you had a mouth full of salt water taffy. A good, sweet, full-mouth name!” Gerdy’s hands went to her hips while she puffed up—before quickly deflating, and managed to look quite agitated. “My name is Gerdy. Which sounds like chewing on a bag of rocks. And it’s short for Gertrude—which is an old person’s name, so it sounds like mothballs and polyester.”[/color]

Her shoulders shrugged, and reached over her head, stretching body out and raising to her toes. “Actually, I sorta suck at tennis. I wish we were doing volleyball, but I don’t like getting girl-butt in my face. Well…” When it came down to it, maybe she did like girl-butt. She rolled her eyes nevertheless, and finally dropped her arms and went to her feet. She liked the feeling of stretching, but coming out of a stretch felt like a let-down. Sort of disappointing, like she wanted to re-visit the stretch, but second-stretches were never as good because your muscles were already loose and all stretched out. A shame, really.

Leaving Moria for a few moments, Gerdy ran as fast as she could to the rack that held the tennis rackets, and a collection of bright greenish yellow tennis balls. Grabbing two rackets, and holding them in her hands, Gerdy bounced the ball all the way back to Moria as she skipped. “There aren’t really even any tennis nets, so I’m not sure what the teacher wants us to do.” She glanced over at the instructor, who was a robust woman, a little thick around the middle…actually. Thick all around. “You’d think that a PE teacher would be like…in shape, you know?” She asked, tossing one of the rackets towards her new partner before taking a few steps back.

[color=33A1C9“Wanna make a bet? I bet that someone will get hit in the head with a tennis ball before the period’s over. If I win, you treat me to pizza. But the good stuff, not the crap the cafeteria serves. If you win—then I’ll treat you to pizza, sound fair, Moira?”[/color] She asked, raising one delicately drawn eyebrow, before slamming the ball on the ground, and swinging the racket to hit the ball with the stiff net. “SO! What do you like to do—actually. No. What kinda music do you like?”
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Tags:

[/color] Hedgie / Moria
Outfit:[/color] Made ya look!
Words:[/color] 444
Notes:[/color] Here we go.
Lyrics:[/color] Gerdy Is listening to Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch[/left]

[MOIRA CALLIDON]

Moira liked her name, though she never would have called it a 'full mouth sound'. She had to admit, some of her guy friends at lunch did talk to her with their mouths full and could still manage to say her name. Also, some salt-water taffy did sound good right now. (She was distracting herself from that grin, so she wouldn't be flustered when the game started.) "Gerdy, cool." Yeah, she agreed with everything the girl just said, but wasn't polite enough to disagree and tell her that oh no, Gerdy and Gertrude are pretty names and blah blah blah. It sucked that you couldn't change your name, but that was the way it was. Sucked to suck.

Moira grinned when she admitted she sucked at tennis, then shrugged. "I'm awesome at tennis, so I think we'll be fine." Pride, after all, was one of those things Moira lived by. She began to stretch with ease, as she was flexible and nimble. She didn't know where she had gotten it from, but she was thankful for her gift from whoever it was in her estranged gene pool. Moira was about to go grab the rackets when Gerdy had already come back with two, so she got up, done with her stretching. "I think they'll bring them out in a sec- there." A couple of teacher's pets were dragging out the poles with the low-hanging nets already tied on and setting them up in the center of the gym. "Right?" She looked at the teacher and one eyebrow and lip went up in a bit of a disgusted look, but she was kidding.

Instantly, she looked back at Gerdy when she heard the word 'bet'. Then she glanced around the room as she heard the proposition, taking it into consideration. Most of the girls looked like jocks, which meant they'd probably be able to dodge a tennis ball to the head or not hit the tennis ball out of the way in the first place, but that didn't mean anything. These were all teenage girls, after all, and besides, weren't the boys playing tennis on their side, too? "Deal. But you can't purposely hit someone in the head just to win. It has to be totally accidental and by someone else." Because Moira didn't trust anyone (especially those she just met) and that's exactly what she would do if she was on the other side of this bet.

She was a bit surprised at the asking of the question, but not really the question. Moira knew well enough that Gerdy liked her music, even if she had only met her today. "Oh, I like a lot of stuff. Green Day's my favorite, probably." Moira wasn't quite so obsessed as some people and music really wasn't her top priority, but she still liked it.

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