Stupid Attractive Feminine Girls

Who: Wednesday and Drea
When: Afternoon
Where: Trowbridge Park

Wednesday had just spent the last half an hour with her mom sitting in the back of a church and pretending to pray. Well, she hadn't really pretended, she just sat there bored as hell and trying to get comfortable on the wooden pews. She would have preferred to stay home, or to be out ghost hunting herself, but her mom had insisted and Wednesday had given in just to get her to shut up about it. After they left church, Wednesday broke away from her mom who then decided it would be a good time to get groceries. Apparently praying about the apocalypse reminded some people that they were out of milk. She headed off on her own, pulling out her lighter on her way to play with. She ended up at Trowbridge Park, where it was somewhat quiet but for some kids and their parents. And a ghost who seemed content with sitting on the nearest bench and simply watching.

Wednesday realized she had probably seen more ghosts than living people in Marquette over the past couple of days. Unless you counted the kids in school, which she wasn't sure she did. Sitting down on one of the vacant swings, she flicked on her lighter and began to run the flame over the chain absently. She was starting to think if she didn't meet more people soon, she would end up burning something down just for some excitement.

Drea was going to get better. She really was, even if it was through sheer force of will. She was healing, yes, just too slowly for her tastes. There were ghosts around, for fuck's sake, who knew what else was coming that she would have to be in shape for? She had to be ready. That mixed with going absolutely stir-crazy in the house, she'd gathered her strength and gone outside. Not terribly far, but she'd made it to Trowbridge, and that was something. It was cold as ass, but that was okay, because she was moving around outside. And not limping too terribly badly.

Only she started to feel kind of dizzy all of the sudden. Instead of toppling over, she casually made her way to the nearest structure -- the swings -- and sat down in one. There was a girl with a stinky lighter one empty swing over, but that was okay, it was a smell she was used to. Breathing slowly, Drea focused on the few kids running around and pulled a water bottle out of the bag slung over her shoulder.

Wednesday had noticed the girl before she sat down, had noticed her limp and the way she looked before she came over. Like she might faint or something. It didn't look like she had been running, so Wednesday simply watched her as she sat down and got out some water. "You okay?" Wednesday asked, figuring it was the polite thing to do. She let the flame die out on her lighter and ran her thumb over the metal she had been burning. "You look kind of pale." Like you've seen a ghost... Ho! But no, that might not have been very funny if the girl was actually scared or sick.

The question was sort of a surprise, even though it shouldn't have been. People were ... nice here, even if it was kind of in a nosy way. Drea looked over, straightening her spine up a bit and attempting to look absolutely normal. "Just fine, thanks," she said, not commenting on whether or not she was pale. She was, but some of that was natural. Some of it. She took a couple of sips of water and felt slightly better. Drea cleared her throat, squinting out at the kids ... and the ghost that was sitting on a bench not far away from them, the mothers looking at it warily. "Weird shit, huh?" she said, nodding in that direction.

Limping, pale and dizzy. Definitely sounded like a 'fine' diagnosis to Wednesday! Still, she didn't comment and instead shrugged in response before she looked to where Drea was nodding. Her gaze landed on the ghost again. "I guess so. Not so weird anymore. I mean, it was when it first started happening, but now, not so much. Is it possible to get used to ghosts living among the, er, living after a couple of days?"

Drea didn't think so. Really, she didn't think she was ever going to get used to it. So maybe that made her weird. She pulled a face, still looking at the ghost, and then glanced back over to the girl. "I dunno, it still creeps me out," she said. Mostly because she wondered if her mom was wandering around Chicago somewhere. But if she thought about that for too long, she started to feel sick, so she stopped. "It's just ... I mean, good for them maybe, but creepy." Terribly unnatural, she didn't like it.

"I think it's creepy when you can tell how they died," Wednesday said, still watching the ghost. She couldn't see any major wounds from where she was sitting. "When you can't, it's kind of hard not to wonder how it happened. Which I think might be creepy too, but can't help it, I guess." Wednesday shifted her attention back to the other girl. "If you're creeped out by it, why are you outside? Seems like a lot of people are sort of barricading themselves inside their houses... even though ghosts can go through walls."

The werecoyote frowned a tiny bit and resisted the urge to snap that she was allowed out whenever she wanted, she had more of a right to be out there and visible than they did. But that was probably just the pain talking. "Because I can't stand being in the fucking house anymore," she said, and managed not to make it sound too edgy. "They don't scare me like ohmygod-the-ghost-is-gonna-eat-my-face, they're just ... kind of creepy and disturbing. But that doesn't mean I don't need air."

"I didn't mean anything by the question." Wednesday resisted rolling her eyes. Even if she was covering up pretty well, the girl was touchy. Probably had to do with the limp and the paleness or something. "You think they're all creepy and disturbing? Or just the grotesque ones? I saw a little old man on my way over here... reminded me of Mr. Rogers, who was decidedly not creepy... though I guess the whole dead thing adds the creepiness factor. I don't know. What's your name?" She figured they went to the same school but she didn't really recognize her. Then again, she didn't recognize anyone really.

Drea wasn't going to argue with a random girl about why ghosts wandering around like they belonged there was creepy or not, because it definitely was, and this girl could piss off if she didn't think so. That made her creepy. Or maybe she was just pissy because she was hurting and overly tired. She took a breath and smiled a little, and it was genuine enough. "I'm Drea Morris," she said, wiping her hand off on her jeans and sticking it out in case she wanted to shake. "You?"

"Wednesday Moore." Wednesday reached over past the empty swing to shake Drea's hand. Pulling her hand back, she glanced down at Drea's legs briefly. "How did you hurt yourself?" The question seemed like a much better idea than continuing their discussions on ghosts since Drea seemed touchy about it for some reason.

Wednesday. Nice. Drea bit her tongue on asking if the chick's parents were Addams Family fans, and reminded herself it did her no good to be a bitch. It didn't do anybody any good, really. Though the next question made her want to get up and walk -- or, well ... hobble -- away, she went over that reminder again. It was a fair question, she just hated that it was that obvious to anyone. And she couldn't very well blurt out that it was the werewolves, could she? Even though she wasn't terribly freaked out about the ghosts. "I had a really nasty spill on the ice, I'm still getting over it," she said instead, shrugging a shoulder. "I play hockey."

"Oh yeah?" Wednesday looked mildly surprised, simply because she never knew any girls to play hockey. But Drea looked to be the type, so maybe it wasn't so shocking. "That's pretty cool. I can barely stay upright on skates, let alone do anything productive on them." She flicked the flame on her lighter. "I tried ice skating when I was really little, but apparently you have to be like, a size zero and get up a four am to practice, so that died pretty quick. Do you play for the school team? Or recreational?"

Drea pulled a tiny bit of a face at the mention of figure skating. She had to respect the athleticism, but ... yeah, she could never do that. Just prance around on skates, where the entire sport was 'lookit me!' No thanks. She'd much rather play on a team against other teams for some solid goal. "Just recreational," she told Wednesday. "I tried to join an official team back home, but there weren't enough girls interested to make our own league, and they wouldn't let us play with the boys, so." She shrugged. "Which is bullshit, but I'm sure it's the same here, from talking to people, so I haven't really bothered."

"Did you talk to people in charge of the team? Or just boys in school?" Somehow she doubted any teenage boy would encourage a girl to try out for one of their sports. "If you like it, you should try out anyway. You could be like that chick from the Mighty Duck movies or something. I think it's stupid that girls can't play on the same sports teams as boys. I've seen some girls play sports, and sometimes they look ten times better than any guy would."

"Just boys in school. Er, well ... one. Gabe Winters?" She might know him, after all. A lot of people did. They just probably didn't know what Drea knew, which gave her a weird sense of closeness to the guy. "And you're right, he might just be trying to tell me no 'cause I whooped his ass at one-on-one," she added with a little grin. It was exaggerated, sure, but that was part of the fun. "Maybe once I can actually get on skates again, I'll see." Because playing hockey now? Would just injure her more. "What are you into?"

Wednesday thought for a minute before shaking her head. "I don't know any Gabe Winters. The only person I've actually met and talked to in school was some guy named Kavin. I haven't been around very long so..." School bored her, really. Everyone was pretty focused on themselves in that school, so she didn't really go out of her way to try and meet any of them. "If you kicked his ass one on one, then I think you would be good enough to get on the team," Wednesday pointed out with a tiny smile of her own. "Who cares what the other boys say? Once they see you're good enough, they might shut up about it." Though knowing boys and their egos, probably not. "What am I into? I don't know. I draw, I guess, but I don't know if I'm into it. The things I like to do I doubt I could do here."

Drea was more or less of the same mind; once people saw how good she was, the boys would just rag her more about it. It was an ego thing, and she'd been through it before. not that it deterred her, she loved showing them up, but it wasn't long before they started throwing the bull-dyke insults around. "Yeah? Like what?" she asked, moving one leg so that she was swinging a little bit. She didn't like to talk about herself much, and now she was curious about what couldn't be done here. Quite a lot, probably. It wasn't Chi-Town, that was for sure.

"The town isn't very big," Wednesday said with a wrinkle of her nose. "So I can't like, go off and lose myself in it for days at a time. I don't know anyone here, so it's not like I can even call up a friend and think of something stupid for us to do. I can't cliff dive, or sneak into any bars because everyone knows everyone's face around here and their business apparently. I mean, it's pretty bad when Marquette makes you miss Montana. I've walked around a bit, and besides the ghosts, not much happens. Have you lived here long?" she asked Drea. "What is it people our age do for fun here?"

She had to wonder what town in Montana had cliff diving and was big enough to lose yourself for days at a time in. Maybe she meant the wilderness. But that was totally doable in the area surrounding Marquette. But who was she to ask? Drea shrugged instead, and shook her head. "No, not long. A few weeks. And I came from Chicago, so this is like ... tiny to me. So far all I've been shown to do for fun is skate around in the parks and play a little hockey. And go to Mya's, this diner. That's really ... it. Oh, well, people have parties kinda often, even with all the freaky bullshit, so there's that. But I'm kinda unenlightened, haven't been here long, I dunno, maybe there's some secret awesome place." Aaaand now she was rambling.

"Chicago? You moved here from Chicago?" Where her parents crazy? "That must have really sucked. Unfortunately, I don't skate, or play hockey. And most diners I've been to are full of old people." Wednesday sighed and pushed her feet against the ground to swing herself a bit. "If there's some secret awesome place here? Then I hope you find it... and are nice enough to let me in on it. I go crazy sitting inside all day, you know? The only remotely cool place I've been to was the abandoned orphanage. You could get away with a lot of stuff in that place. Do you know if there are any clubs that let high school kids in?"

Drea shrugged again. Yes, it had sucked. But mostly for reasons that had nothing to do with location, and those she wasn't about to get into. Not with this chick and ghosts wandering around. Fuck that noise. She didn't even want to think about her mom being dead for like ... weeks and weeks. "If I run across anything that just screams Secret Awesome, I'll be sure to let you know," she said with a little good-humored smile. Though it was quite possible that they had very different ideas of 'awesome'. She'd seen the orphanage? And ... yeah, noooo thanks on that one too. "I haven't really tried any, so I dunno. Probably, I'm sure there's enough high school kids to whine about it until one of them at least did a ... high school night or something."

"Eh." High school nights usually meant lame! She supposed she would have to find something on her own. Wednesday smiled over at Drea. "I guess I could always take up hockey. Or just start a campaign to get you on the hockey team and occupy my free time that way." She hated being bored. Boredom was when she did stupid things that got her in trouble. Which she felt was starting to happen.

She snorted a little bit, in an amused kind of way. "If that'll entertain you, you're totally desperate," she said with a chuckle. That was the point of the conversation, but still. She doubted it would happen anyway, much as she wanted it too. She needed something good and organized to purge her aggression on. Maybe she should take up cheerleading. Huh. "There has to be something to do around here, not all of the kids I've met have been batshit crazy, so there must be something." Besides crazy supernatural insanity and ghost-watching.

"Yeah, well I think I'm pretty desperate," Wednesday replied with a laugh of her own. She wasn't the sporty type, so athletics to take up her free time was totally out. And she was so not a cheerleader either. Mustering up school spirit and jumping around with pom poms was not her cuppa. "Not all of them have been batshit crazy? Does that mean there are some who are?" Because batshit crazy was at least entertaining.

"Well ... okay, there's not been any total blubbering weirdos that I've run into, but y'know ... this town kind of attracts the strange types, seems like?" Which made her wonder in only a partially-related way how Dean was doing. She hadn't seen him around in a long time, seemed like. Drea shrugged a shoulder. It wasn't the position to really judge anyway; people were who they were and some of them probably thought she was strange herself.

"Yeah, I've noticed that," Wednesday said with a nod. "I'm here after all... and you are." Wednesday grinned. "But a weirdo now and then is fine... keeps things interesting. Do you have a boyfriend here?" She knew it was a question sort of out of left field, but Wednesday was curious. She liked being nosy every now and then.

It was out of left field, and it caught Drea a little off guard. Holy balls, who just asked that?! It might not've been so bad if she'd ever actually had one, but crap. Her cheeks flushed a little, but she tried not to look away. "Um ... no, I mean ... no," she said, because there really wasn't even a 'sort of' for that question. "Do you, yet?" she countered.

"Nope." Wednesday shook her head, flicking her lighter on again. She noticed the way Drea blushed when Wednesday asked, and admittedly, Wednesday thought it was a strange response to such a simple question. Maybe the girl preferred girlfriends? "I think I've only spoken to one guy since I got here, other than what I've had to do in class. I've seen a couple cute guys, and girls, but I'm not necessarily out there nosing around for a significant other." Wednesday shrugged with a grin. "Small towns don't give you a lot of choices anyway."

Hell. A girl like that had probably left a string of boyfriends behind, of course it was easy for her to say. She looked like the type of girl that guys actually saw as a girl. A real girl. And fucking a, now she sounded all like Pinocchio and shit, what the hell. Her inner monologue got lamer all the time. "Yeah, there's some cute ones around," she agreed with a nonchalant shrug, completely skipping over the 'and girls' part of that because it would only make her blush more, and nobody around there needed to see that. "But y'know. Whatever." Ugh.

Usually other people's uneasiness rarely entertained Wednesday, unless she was purposely trying to make them uneasy. Which she realized she may have been doing with Drea. Snapping her Zippo shut, Wednesday cocked her head and studied Drea's face. She was pretty... she had that sort of tomboy look about her though, which made sense given she played hockey. Not that there was anything wrong with tomboys. "Well! I should go before my mom starts to think I've been sucked into limbo. Maybe I'll see you at school? Always nice to know someone in the hallways."

Oh god! Escape! Drea smiled a little at her and nodded. "I'll be around. The slow, limpy one," she said, poking a little fun at herself now that she had a good lie to cover her injuries. As for her, she was going to stay sitting around for a while. Just to chill and watch the kids. And ghosts, and to see if it was possible to get more used to them, even just a little. Stupid weird Marquette. "Catch you around, nice meeting you." Also stupid attractive feminine girls.

"Then I guess it'll be easy to catch up to you if I see you." Wednesday smiled and stood up from the swing, smoothing her skirt over her thighs. "You too. Bye, Drea." She waved and headed off, away from Drea and toward the edge of the park. Slow, limpy tomboys. At least she hadn't been a complete bitch.