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Post by ALICE KIRKLAND on Jun 10, 2011 16:25:22 GMT -5
The weather was great today, unlike how it had been pouring two days ago, and a tad muggy yesterday, so Alice was planning to use that sunshiny weather to the best of her abilities, namely: gardening. She had wanted to do it two days ago, and then yesterday, but the bloody weather had detained her, though she had finished her embroidery. So, today she was going to get it done, finally.
Waking up at seven o'clock, as usual, the nation had headed to the kitchen, making her usual morning peppermint tea, as well as her scones, along with some bubble and squeak. A perfect breakfast, seeing as she wasn't in the mood for eggs. Why others criticized her food, she didn't know. It was amazing, and much better than Arthur's. Alice would know, as she had nicked his food and been forced to suffer through it, though, honestly, it truly wasn't that bad, it just paled in comparison to her cooking.
Washing all of the dishes, and putting them right back where they belonged, Alice proceeded to clean her house, scouring it from top to bottom, although that wouldn't exactly take long. After all, she cleaned her house every single morning, and, if it got too messy (for example, if anyone decided to drop by), right before bed, as well. At about nine o'clock, the counterpart finally declared her house successfully clean. Then, it was time to change and head out to the garden.
Dressed in one of her few pairs of jeans, along with a green collared shirt, Alice headed outside, ready to work. There was so much she had to do! Many weeds, and quite a bit of trimming and replanting later, the counterpart was pleased to see that she was about halfway done. Thank goodness.
Unfortunately, her pleased feeling and her smile were disrupting by a knocking so loud that she could hear it outside. Immediately, the woman scowled, knowing exactly who it was. "Amelia..." Marching back inside, but taking off her boots, so she didn't track in any mud, the dirty girl was assaulted by a very loud greeting. Grumbling mentally, Alice folded her arms, scowling at the other. "Amelia, you're supposed to wait until I actually answer the door!" she told the counterpart, secretly shocked that the girl had actually knocked. "Can't you ever be proper!?" Honestly...
Resisting the urge to the begin ragging on Amelia, wanting to get this over with and return to her gardening, Alice lifted one eyebrow, giving the unexpected arrival a look. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
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Post by ALICE KIRKLAND on Jun 10, 2011 22:38:50 GMT -5
Forced to step slightly forward by the strength behind Amelia's slap, the other glared at her. "Watch yourself, not everyone is as freakishly strong as you!" Alice reprimanded her, before taking in her words and blushing slightly. "Th-That may be true, but you should wait! It wouldn't have taken but a minute, impatient lass!" Honestly, that wasn't that long... If only she could've knocked some patience into the other while she was her little sister...
Almost falling into memories, right then and there, the sentimental woman was interrupted by Amelia's words, immediately scowling at her fellow counterpart. "I can't go out, I have work to do!" she told the other, completely ignoring the undertone in Amelia's words, choosing instead to get her point across. "I need to finish gardening!" That bloody twit, always barging in like this! If the girl had just waited for one moment, and maybe asked and then offered to help, she would have graciously agreed to go out, after her gardening was done! And yet, here she was, being her usual irritating self! Amelia really needed to stop being so oblivious!
The other counterpart's next words, however, temporarily short circuited her brain, as her face flushed bright, bright red. Hitting Amelia on the shoulder, Alice turned away, tucking up her arms to her chest. "What's wrong with what I normally wear? I like my dresses, thank you very much!" Grumbling mentally, and still embarrassed, unwilling to admit her thoughts out loud, even to herself, the woman spoke again. "Besides, I'm only wearing this because gardening is dirty work, you bloody twit!" Honestly, why would she want to wear this again, willingly? It wasn't lady-like or proper at all! Then again, it was Amelia telling her to wear it, and she was not exactly the epitome of propriety.
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Post by ALICE KIRKLAND on Jun 11, 2011 19:05:25 GMT -5
"I am not that slow!" Alice protested, scowling at the other as her blush faded. "Just because I don't want to move at your speed of light, doesn't make me a snail!" Honestly, that lass! She was still so much a child, speeding along with all of that rapid-fire energy, and forgetting the rest of them in her wake! As if Alice was that slow, anyway! Amelia was just too reckless, with the rest of the counterparts being more cautious, having experienced more. Better to savor the moment, than be rushed through it.
Scowl growing deeper, Alice began to protest the other's description of her dresses. "My dresses are not-" was all she managed to get out, before she was swung up into Amelia's arms, with a shriek that she would deny to her dying day. What the bloody hell was the lass doing!? Face flushing red, the counterpart struggled, yelling at her. "Put me down, you bloody twit!" Alice protested, trying to pull herself out of the other arm's, even if she knew it was useless, considering the vast gap in strength between them.
Picking up on the other's words, her face grew an even darker shade of red as her struggles renewed. "Git!" Alice scolded the other counterpart, rather uncomfortable. "I am not a deprived damsel!" Damsels were the ones that she had rescued, in the past, before she had become a lady and was still a hoodlum, and she was not one of those feeble women! Scowling deeper, Alice whapped the girl's head with her hand, yelling once more. "And we are not going out!" Maybe, just maybe, her protestations would get through and Amelia would put her down? If she did, and helped her former sister garden, then they could go out, maybe when Alice wasn't so bloody irritated, but no, she had to try to kidnap her. Where had she gone so wrong?
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Post by ALICE KIRKLAND on Jun 11, 2011 20:41:50 GMT -5
Scowling at the other as she laughed, Alice found herself in a predicament, of course. What the bloody hell should she do next? There was no way for her to get down, considering Amelia's strength, and even if she did somehow, the counterpart would likely just drag her back out, and it wouldn't be worth the effort, in the end. Did that mean that she would stop protesting? Oh no, she'd likely do it every step of the way, but it really didn't solve her dilemma...
At Amelia's displeased face, Alice smirked, which quickly turned into a scowl as the other spoke. "My name is Alice, not Allie, you twit! Stop it with the moronic nicknames!" Honestly, get it right! If she wanted to be called Allie, she would go get her name legally changed, or something of that sort! Besides, it was a bloody undignified name, unlike her own, and Amelia's. She had chosen right when she named the girl, as had her father, though the lass appeared not to agree with the latter.
"Hmph." Elbowing her, Alice crossed her arms, scowling up at the other. "You bloody better make it up to me! I don't want to do this! You'll be helping me weed my garden, for sure, Amelia!" That lass! The nerve! "I was already having a good day until you showed up, twit!" Sighing in exasperation, the counterpart looked away, blushing slightly. "Can you put me down, at least? This is rather uncomfortable." She wouldn't run, seeing as it would be pointless. Would she just have to endure this? Honestly...
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Post by ALICE KIRKLAND on Jun 13, 2011 22:04:44 GMT -5
Huffing slightly, Alice rebuked her. "Just because you don't enjoy turning a batch of dirt into something exquisite, doesn't mean you can insult it, you twit!" She scolded, hating the fact that Amelia was criticizing her gardening. It was absolutely wonderful, and if the hyper child sat down for one moment and actually tried to enjoy it, she would probably find out that she liked it. Then again, seeing as this was Amelia she was talking about, she'd probably go a rampage with that damned baseball bat, and tear up all the plants! Note to self: Keep her bat away from anything that you want for the next century.
"And I don't need another bloody hobby, you barmpot!" Alice scolded, barely a few volume bars from shouting. Her hobbies were fine! Cleaning, cooking, embroidery, gardening, reading... Sure, she was a tad behind the times, at least with America's times, as the concept of 'being a lady' had almost completely died out there, but she was perfectly content with what she was doing. It was not her fault that the other counterpart didn't appreciate the fine taste she had in activities.
Finally back on her own feet, Alice adjusted her shirt and jeans, scowling at the fact that she couldn't change into one of her dresses. She bloody hated these things, damn it! They were severely unladylike! Hearing Amelia's words, the counterpart paused briefly, contemplating the idea. Seeing flowers in the park? "I suppose that wouldn't be a complete waste of day..." she reluctantly admitted, crossing her arms and looking away. "But I doubt you will do a good job at making my day great, as you already make it bloody worse by being here, you berk!" Privately, nothing she would ever admit out loud, of course, Alice didn't really mind that much. She just would've preferred it to be at least somewhat willingly.
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