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Post by Eva Duvalle && on Jun 24, 2006 23:49:05 GMT -5
"I'm going to make you crack, Jeeves."
Eva had clearly been awake for a considerable time the previous night by the notepad of plans in front of her. Now, who was this Jeeves? What was behind him? Her face, looking pretty normal, was clearly touched up by cosmetics as to not look zombie-ish, and her blonde curls were in a thick red terry cloth headband, messed up, with her enormous sapphire chandelier earrings.
She was dressed in an excessively baggy black sweater with a V-neck and a white plain tank top underneath. Pale jeans with black corset-like lacing on one side and a rainbow wool scarf were the only other parts of her attire. Ratty white canvas sneakers slapped into Starbucks, and she ordered a diet Coca Cola before finding a seat and setting down her laptop. She flipped the glittery Hello Kitty notepad open, studying the pale pink page, and went to ask.com.
"First question." She rasped, and lowered her hands to the keyboard, taking a crunch of a bite out of the red apple she'd brought along.
With no hesitation, she typed 'are you gay' into the search box under Jeeves. In a second, she got a page of gay rights links and the like. She knew that Jeeves certainly was, and needed to accept his true colors. Just come out. Be open.
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Post by Miguel Abkhazi on Jun 24, 2006 23:57:44 GMT -5
((is this ask jeeves that we are talking about??))
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Post by Eva Duvalle && on Jun 25, 2006 0:03:47 GMT -5
(Yeah. If you read through she goes to ask.com, and types in 'are you gay'. I did that a lot. No satisfactory answers.)
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Post by Miguel Abkhazi on Jun 25, 2006 17:52:14 GMT -5
((OK then didn't know that well it's gotta be fun lol, and sorry for bein dog tired lol))
Miguel walked into Starbucks in the morning, and saw one of his classmates sitting at a table typing on her computer. She looked extremely tired and amused by whatever she was looking at.
He ordered his regular, a venti Vanilla bean blended cream frappacino with extra whipped cream, payed for it off his debit card, and walked over to where the girl was sitting.
"May I ask what you are doing that makes you so amused" he inquired.
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Post by Eva Duvalle && on Jun 25, 2006 20:09:12 GMT -5
She looked up from her notebook and the computer screen at the boy. "Love, I have a theory. Jeeves, of ask.com-" she pointed a finger at the picture of a cartoonish-butler or waiter or whatever he was "-is a child molesting, secretly homosexual murderer." She hoped that this guy wasn't a shrink, or a cop.
Sighing at the results to the search of 'are you gay', she took one last look at the rainbow flags and gay cruise ship discount offers before keying 'where are the bodies' into the search box. Eva knew, there had to be a way to get this bastard to talk. |
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Post by Miguel Abkhazi on Jun 27, 2006 11:22:10 GMT -5
Miguel looked at the screen, then back at Eva, not understanding well on what she still was doing.
Looking again at the screen, he started to chuckle. This girl must be really tired, and not to mention lacking in the higher mental functions right now, as she was talking to Jeeves like he was a gay murderer.
"What next," he asked, "Are you going to ask him if he likes to go Salsa dancing?", he said mockingly.
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Post by Eva Duvalle && on Jun 27, 2006 11:31:42 GMT -5
"Unless you have a better idea, which I wouldn't fancy hearing about, please do not mock my research." She turned her head and stared him in the eye before pressing the back button and clearing the words in the search box. Eva picked up her pencil, and under the question 'where are the bodies', she wrote simply 'subject not complying' before moving on to the next question, 'do you enjoy sex with your boyfriend? who is he?'
She pressed the GO button and awaited the results. |
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Post by Miguel Abkhazi on Jun 29, 2006 0:46:25 GMT -5
"Hey, I'm not MOCKING it, per se," he paused, a grin running across his face, "I'm giving you suggestions. See, the way i think of it, he looks like a salsa dancer to me, so ask him where he goes to dance salsa" MIguel chuckled, he was way too tired also and couldn't help but know more about this "Jeeves" fellow she was talking to.
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Post by Eva Duvalle && on Jun 30, 2006 22:55:50 GMT -5
"He does not dance salsa." She flipped a few strands of hair away from her face and yawned expressively, Her face turned even more animated. "He rapes boys."
Eva'd said the last part slightly louder, which prompted a few more stares and glares than she usually got on a regular day. She would have flipped off the people who were looking, but decided not to. Any other day, she would have flipped off Miguel, but he seemed interested. Whatever.
The last search got nothing. She typed in 'Jeeves victims', and scratched on her paper 'will not talk about sex with Google'. |
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Post by Miguel Abkhazi on Jul 5, 2006 13:55:52 GMT -5
Looking around nervously at all the people glaring at the two of them, he turned towards her again, and asked "How did you find out he rapes boys? I thought he was just a string of data on the computer, but I'm not too up-to-date with these 'search engine' things". He flashed her a smile. She was very entertaining.
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