Post by Lori on Jul 16, 2017 2:30:54 GMT
"That's pretty harsh. No wonder you'd get the hint you're in trouble," Tyne commented. "It'd be even worse if they signed it in some kind of disappointed tone. Then you'd really be getting it." Ugh, she'd heard that kind of tone from her father before. The times where she just wouldn't back down from an argument or keep doing what she was doing. Oh sure, she never took it seriously because really, how bad was Tyne compared to what some other kids must've been like?
Ok, so she did have a point. Tyne knew that saying too well. Though she had no idea what to expect when she first found out she had a sister, a lot of people assumed she was very similar to Tyne - tough, stubborn, argumentative, hot headed, lesbian. Except that she wasn't. She was smart, quiet shy, musical; it didn't matter how much they looked alike, they weren't the same person. So maybe Tyne shouldn't do the same, assume Clarice was only the girl Tyne had perceived her to be. Still, that didn't mean Tyne didn't have her hunches. "A lesson some kids in my high school had to learn the hard way," she commented. With a shake of her head she added, "Doesn't change the fact that I have the urge to call you Petals, though." Much girlier than referring to her as Cat, but it didn't sound like it'd be far off either.
Somehow Tyne got the feeling that Clarice had been on that end as well, being told she couldn't do a lot of things. It sucked hearing that. But it must've sucked even more to see it. Imagine someone looking like they said 'can't' and then proceeded to say it with their hands? Ouch. Didn't seem like it stopped her at all, not if Clarice was still in the event planning business and working with clients. Hell, if people told her she couldn't then why did she have gigs in the first place? Similarly, every time Tyne heard someone told her she couldn't she would fight to prove them wrong. It was exactly why she was an art major, to prove she could do something with it and, hopefully, what she most wanted to do. "Good to know," she replied, her look easing. If Tyne was going to belittle anyone, it was because they were jerks or stupid. Not because they weren't good enough for something. She fully understood. "And if someone tries to do that with you, look me up. I'll teach them a lesson about opening their big fat yaps. If someone's gonna mess with someone they better have a damn good reason or else you'll get to see them smashed with a sketchbook first hand."
Ok, so she did have a point. Tyne knew that saying too well. Though she had no idea what to expect when she first found out she had a sister, a lot of people assumed she was very similar to Tyne - tough, stubborn, argumentative, hot headed, lesbian. Except that she wasn't. She was smart, quiet shy, musical; it didn't matter how much they looked alike, they weren't the same person. So maybe Tyne shouldn't do the same, assume Clarice was only the girl Tyne had perceived her to be. Still, that didn't mean Tyne didn't have her hunches. "A lesson some kids in my high school had to learn the hard way," she commented. With a shake of her head she added, "Doesn't change the fact that I have the urge to call you Petals, though." Much girlier than referring to her as Cat, but it didn't sound like it'd be far off either.
Somehow Tyne got the feeling that Clarice had been on that end as well, being told she couldn't do a lot of things. It sucked hearing that. But it must've sucked even more to see it. Imagine someone looking like they said 'can't' and then proceeded to say it with their hands? Ouch. Didn't seem like it stopped her at all, not if Clarice was still in the event planning business and working with clients. Hell, if people told her she couldn't then why did she have gigs in the first place? Similarly, every time Tyne heard someone told her she couldn't she would fight to prove them wrong. It was exactly why she was an art major, to prove she could do something with it and, hopefully, what she most wanted to do. "Good to know," she replied, her look easing. If Tyne was going to belittle anyone, it was because they were jerks or stupid. Not because they weren't good enough for something. She fully understood. "And if someone tries to do that with you, look me up. I'll teach them a lesson about opening their big fat yaps. If someone's gonna mess with someone they better have a damn good reason or else you'll get to see them smashed with a sketchbook first hand."
