kennis ·· filthy youth, the devil in disguise

[sage ashton tremblay]

sage ashton tremblay furrowed his eyebrow's at the laptop screen sitting in front of him. kennis brielle duffy was trying to teach him how to use and navigate ehu island's social networking site, filthy youth. "yeah, uh, i still don't get it. do i really have to do this?" he asked in half desperation, half impatience. "i don't get what's with you kids and social networking sites anyway. i mean, i have your phone number for chrissake, and i see whoever i want whenever i want, so what's the point of this? why do i want to tell someone…" sage scrolled down kennis's "news feed." "why would i want to tell the internet that i'm craving big island pizza? if i want big island pizza i'll go ahead and get big island pizza, and i wouldn't give a rat's ass if anyone knew. maybe if i wanted someone to join me, i'd give them a ring, but i still don't see the point." kennis was really the only persistent one about this whole social networking thing, and sage was quite hesitant about jumping on this bandwagon. he leaned back in the wooden chair in which he sat, resting his arms on the top of the round, matching wooden table for balance. what he thought would be an innocent get together, helping kennis with her screenwriting midterm at the library, somehow turned into an initiative to get sage into filthy youth.

sage leaned forward again, turning to face the pale redhead. he raised an eyebrow at her, as if he wondered if she were up to no good. "you're going to have to do some magical convincing here, kiddo." jesus, the kook acted like he was sixty, or something. "but okay, okay, okay. i'm willing to give this a shot or something. come on, channel that inner russian voodoo of yours and see if you can get in touch with your persuasive ancestors or something." sage turned the computer screen to face kennis and gestured his hands towards the laptop, signaling that he was ready to watch and learn.

[kennis brielle duffy]

Kennis sat at the table, she held a bottle of diet Pepsi and stared at Sage with an annoyed expression on her face. “Listen, Sage, you’re being a stubborn hippie right now,” she responded to Sage’s long list of complaints with a complaint of her own. Though, she could never really be mad at him. No matter how much she would like to deny it, Kennis was infatuated with the surfer. But for the sake of Theo, she was going to deny it until it killed her.

“Look at it from a business perspective if you must. In this day and age, if you aren’t networking online, you aren't working period,” she let her free hand fall on the table with a thud as if this would make her argument more compelling. She looked at his tanned face and saw that his resolution had become more steadfast, if anything, and let out an annoyed sigh.
”come on, channel that inner Russian voodoo of yours and see if you can get in touch with your persuasive ancestors."

[/i] Kennis cupped her hand around her long neck and stared at him with a blank expression for a brief second before sitting up and sighing.

“Sage, if you make and use this profile,” as she spoke she typed on the laptop signing up his account. “I will let you take me surfing,” This Russian red head was notorious for never surfing. It had been a running bet toward the end of first year that no one could ever make her. Bragging rights and the hilarious scene of the lanky girl on a surfboard would be irresistible, or so Kennis hoped.
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[sage ashton tremblay]

sage sat at the table, still leaning back but with his arms crossed. kennis slammed her hand onto the table, and one of sage's eyebrows raised. wow. this redhead was definitely as feisty as fire. "but…" sage didn't know how to break it to kennis other than being completely honest. "i don't want to work. i mean, not now, anyway. i'm.. i'm just a student, kennis." even though the last part was obvious, sage had to make it clear to her. he wasn't one to stereotype people, but he did quickly glance at kennis's roots to make sure that they were not blonde. as he did this, kennis began typing away at her computer screen. sage raised his eyebrows at how quickly the girl typed. sage typed like a snail compared to the speed of kennis's fingers on the keyboard. "wow, quick fingers," he chuckled. pun intended. he chuckles turned into a loud fit of laughter the second he heard kennis's "deal," if one were to call it that. "and that's supposed to convince me?" he snorted, slapping his knee. sage pat kennis's knee, "miss duffy, i'm quite afraid you haven't convinced me. i mean, i don't work… i'm not a surfing instructor… i feel like this whole ordeal would only benefit your pretty face rather than mine." he did look over her shoulder as she typed in his information. sage watched as kennis typed his about me for him. "i'm happy to be on ehu island because i met KENNIS DUFFY, the most beautiful redhead in the world, who i will one day teach to surf." he rolled his eyes. "er…" he didn't really know what to say. "wow kennis, you're not only helpful, but you're also modest."

[kennis brielle duffy]

”How silly of me, Sage, of course if you aren’t working now you’ll never be working in the future. That’s what your getting your higher education isn’t it?” Kennis asked in a monotone, which could have made the sarcasm sound biting, but she was too busy typing up the perfect profile to be bothered with silly things like feelings. She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling at the quick fingers remark, ”Maybe, but you’ll never know,” she quipped back, it wasn’t much, but it was all she could think of, statements like that could fluster proper ladies such as herself.

She cleared her throat lightly and looked at him as he condescendingly patted her on the knee, she arched her eyebrows. “So, you’re telling me that you wouldn’t want the bragging rights that you were the only person on Ehu who could get me to surf? God, Sage, you’re fun to be around.” she propped her elbow on the table and eyed him thoughtfully, she cocked her right eyebrow. “It’s a fair trade. You can claim yourself to be the most persuasive man in Ehu and I can post on you Filthy Youth wall! I mean that, and I’ll go to your birthday party, but if you don’t want me there it’s no big deal,” she shrugged and looked away. “I guess our friendship doesn’t mean as much to you as I thought, is all,” she sighed heavily and minimized the window, hoping against hope that his computer illiteracy would fool him into thinking she had exited out of the page. She opened up the Sims two application and kept a cool expression on her face, not daring to glance at his face. Emotional blackmail wasn’t an easy sell.

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[sage ashton tremblay]

"well, why couldn't i just wait until when i would be working to make this god-forsaken thing?" seriously, females were so persistent. sage felt for théodore. the redhead was pretty and all, but sage had a feeling stronger than the californian governor that she was a master when it came to emasculating men. sage had this mental image of kennis ripping apart balls for a living one day. "i mean, there's no use for it now, but there will be in the future. so i'll consider it again in the future." sage knew he was arguing for nothing, after all kennis was tak-tak-taking away filling in the details for his profile. he knew he was right and all, but poor sage tremblay had to learn eventually that women never lost, even if they had no proper argument. he wondered if men ever won any battles once women lost their beauty. after all, their beauty was why sage put up with their idiotic arguments and battles.

"yes, i am saying i wouldn't care for the bragging rights." just like sage had to learn that women won every battle, kennis would have to eventually learn that sage didn't care too much for 'bragging rights'. he knew that kennis was infamous for never going surfing (after all, she could 'break a nail,' right?), but that was precisely the reason why he didn't want to be the one to teach her. sage had another image in his head of kennis being too scared to go into the water because her hair might get ruined, or something. sage had all these ridiculous stereotypes of girls, and whether or not they were true, the man in him stuck to them. "i mean, i don't even believe that you'd let me teach you how to surf. are you sure you're willing to do something physical?" he laughed. "well, i'm just messing around with you, kennis. please come to my birthday party," sage pursed his lips and gave kennis the most adorable puppy dog eyes in the world, waiting for her to look away from her computer game. "i'll have bitch beer readily available for you."

[kennis brielle duffy]

"i mean, i don't even believe that you'd let me teach you how to surf. are you sure you're willing to do something physical?" Kennis felt the urge to let her jaw drop but settled for merely squaring her jaw instead. Then she laughed
“Calm down, mate, if you’re too embarrassed that I’ll actually become better than you, you don’t have to teach me,” of course, this was just a goading technique, she would just relish never having to go surfing. She had gotten salt water in her nose before; sailing was just as beautiful and carried less risk of being killed by some rogue killer wave. Because that exists.

Could it be? It seemed Sage had relented and was going to let her make the account. ”Are you sure grampa? I don’t want to cramp your style.” Kennis had to speak slowly to keep the smile on her face from growing too large. The smile of victory, she had won, it hadn’t been easy and now she kind of wanted to go surfing just to patch up her wounded ego, but it was victory none the less.
"well, i'm just messing around with you, kennis. please come to my birthday party,"

[/i] her smile widened and she nodded.

“Of course I won’t skip your party! I never miss a camping trip,” she burst forth with the information, too happy to pretend that she actually would have. She hit the register button and sighed sharply. ”Just make sure you have plenty of Guiness Extra Stout, that is, if you think any of you boys can handle drinking it.” she arched her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for his next remark, if he’d even try another slam.
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[sage ashton tremblay]

the gentleman in sage had to hold back his laughter when kennis joked (hopefully) about becoming better than he. as if, sage thought. he had little faith that kennis would want to go surfing past day one, given her status as girl who needn't lift a finger, and all. "uh, right," was the nicest comment he could make to the egotistical redheaded girl. a part of him had a feeling kennis was joking, but another part of him felt like she actually thought that she would be better than sage. and, sage didn't want to toot his own horn or anything, but…toot! he was pretty good at surfing, and doubted kennis would be able to match his level of expertise for at least a few years, depending on how devoted she was to it. sage had to admit, he wasn't sure how devoted of a person she was, but he didn't exactly see her going surfing every week.

"are you sure grampa?" kennis asked the question like a professional sarcastic woman. "i don't want to cramp your style." sage rolled his eyes, though she couldn't see this gesture, what with her eyes on the computer screen and all. "well, then on second thought…we best not," he half-joked. "i mean, i would never check it anyway. i'm as busy as it is, teaching damsels in distress how to surf and survive and all." sage leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his small, ungeled head of brown hair. "and since you never miss a camping trip, i figure that's the only thing you're holding against me." sage was shitting bulls out his ass, but then thought of a better way to explain himself. "i mean, it's really your loss if you don't show up, right? you'll be missing out on a fantastic party. your ol' man théodore could potentially hit on one of your best friends, or that girl, what's her name…meredith tallen? didn't you girls speak ill of her a few nights ago?" sage didn't understand the rivalry between the "cheetahs" and the "zebras," but it became apparent to him a couple of nights ago that this was serious.

sage laughed at kennis's request, this time not trying to be a gentleman, but instead a sexist pig. "oh, so you can handle that, then, red?" he challenged. "how many bottles of that can you drink? one? two? half of one?" god, kennis was a fun little cat to fight with.

[kennis brielle duffy]

"well, then on second thought…we best not,"

[/b] Kennis felt her heart explode in her chest as she heard these words and tried to keep herself from reacting. She had been so close!
“Sage, darling, my dearest friend, my closest confidant,” she placed her hand over her heart and looked toward the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “Please, let’s be pragmatic,” she looked at him again, this time with a desperate smile.
"i mean, i would never check it anyway. i'm as busy as it is, teaching damsels in distress how to surf and survive and all." he added with a smug grin.

He spelled his own defeat with that last line; she shrugged her small shoulders in acceptance of this statement. "and since you never miss a camping trip, i figure that's the only thing you're holding against me."[/i] she rested her arms on top of the table and stared at him through narrowed eyes.
”You really don’t want me there, then, aye?” she asked, slowly enunciating each syllable. ”Because if you don’t want me there, I’m sure I’ll be able to scrounge up a bonfire that night, so I’ll have something to do,” she grinned as she spoke, they both knew who the other cheetahs would choose. And where the cheetahs went, the party followed. All he’d be left with were his bros and Jane Barlow. What a night.

"and since you never miss a camping trip, i figure that's the only thing you're holding against me."[/i] Sage sneered, what a piglet in training.
“Oh, that’s how it is?” she laughed and leaned back in the chair. “If it’s too strong for you, I’ll make sure that there’s some daiquiri mix for you,” she said the last sentence in a baby voice and patted his wrist. “Don’t let me intimidate you.”
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