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There was a certain point in any young girl's life in where they just have to take a break. Or in N.J's case, take a day off from school. A break that would allow her to run around London and create a bit of art on an unsuspecting wall.
After all, she was prepared for the activity, she had the materials neatly stuffed into a gym bag. So, why not, right? She didn't really need to go to class, she knew most of the syllabis anyway.
Skipping class, or rather a whole day of classes. That was easy. Not getting caught while getting to the old warehouse districts? That was a little bit harder. Depending on if certain people who knew her were making their rounds.
She pulled up her hood from her hot pink, neon green, light blue, and black checkered hoodie. It was one way to hide her face as she walked down the street to her destination. NJ couldn't help but grin as she got closer and closer to her goal. Only when she got there, it appeared to be occupied by another artist. Well at least one of few walls in the building.
"Not bad, how long were you working on it?" NJ asked, being as sincere as she could be, as she set her bag down near the blank brick wall that was her canvas.
She smirked as she stepped out of The TARDIS, gently stroking the door frame. “I wont be out long, Nadia.. Just getting some fresh air.” The TARDIS emitted a soft groan in protest and Tara pouted a little as she looked back up at what currently looked like an old Photo Booth and stepped back inside to pick up a pendant and grumpily clasped it around her neck. “Okay, Nadia.. happy now?” The TARDIS replied with a soft gust of cool air, ruffling Tara's hair. She just sighed. Both her dad and Nadia were way too over protective of her. She was only going out to stretch her legs and actually do something for a change. When life on a TARDIS was all you knew, it got boring very quickly.
She locked up the TARDIS behind her and adjusted her pack. The pendant that Nadia had insisted she put on was a tracking device. That way if she was ever in any danger or got lost, Shadow and Nadia could easily find her. “Don't get what the big deal is.. Nothing exciting ever happens anyway.” she huffed and made her way into the city. It was nothing overly spectacular, and Tara was already bored with her outing. Well, it was time to find something worthwhile to do because just taking a leisurely stroll through the city of 2013 London was just not doing it for her.
She wandered until she found an old warehouse district that looked abandoned or in disrepair. It looked as though others had been here long before her, having painted murals in aerosol paint all over the buildings. Some of them were plain and only consisted of fancy lettering, others were intricate and complex looking works of modern art that even had Tara pausing to marvel at. She smirked and ran her fingers through her blond hair and pulled it up into a pony tail and set her pack down and went digging through it.
“Gotta love these inter-dimensional bags.” she chuckled as she pulled out an assortment of spray paint cans and stepped back to look at the wall looking for a blank section. Before she started she made sure to slip a surgeon's mask over her mouth and nose. Being a preemie, she didn't have the strongest lungs in the universe and she wasn't about to give herself a breathing problem with all the fumes she was about to cloud herself in.
About an hour rolled by before she finally stepped back to observe her work when a voice chirped behind her. She whipped around to see a teenage girl who looked to have had the same idea as her. "About forty-five minutes.. I.. I was mostly just goofing around.. Never done this sort of thing before.” she shrugged a bit, and pulled the mast to hang under her chin and she smirked lightly at her. “I'm Tara.. Come on.. plenty of room for one more” she offered motioning to a bit of blank wall beside what she was still working on.
N.J. grinned at Tara, shrugging as she move over to her wall. "Alright, if you're sure." She put her hair up into a rather messy sort of ponytail. Couldn't have her mom find out what she had been up too. "N.J. by the way." N.J. introduced herself as she shook up the black spray paint, trying to visualize what she was going to create.
She looked in through her gym bag, searching through the several colors she had managed to obtain. On top of that, she was searching for the face masks she brought with her. "For a beginner, that's not half bad." N.J. explained as she got the white and grey paints out, starting to shake them. Finally pulling out the reds, browns, yellows, and orange paints, before getting her safety glasses.
She put on the face mask, and slid on the clear safety glasses. Then she popped off the lid to the white paint can, painting the base of her canvas. All the while carefully minding Tara's piece of art. "So did you skip out as well?" N.J. asked out of curiosity, as she set the white can down and picked up the orange.
“Skip out?” she tilted her head curiously, not sure what N.J. meant but she didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb. “Oh Yeah.. Yeah I totally skipped!” she nodded, her face quite serious. Well, what you could see of her face through the protective eye gear and face mask. “I skip all the time!”.. After a moment, she began wondering if she was agreeing that she'd done something illegal or immoral and Tara pulled her goggles up, using them as a makeshift head band, lifting her bangs from her face. “Um.. We're talking about the same thing, right?” she asked, arching that think ashen blond brow.
After a few moments, watching N.J. leave her mark on the wall, Tara began stuffing her items into a small hand bag. A bag that couldn't possibly hold everything she was stuffing into it, but it went in with no issues at all. Tara was oblivious that this was not normal. Somethings, her dad never covered with her, others, she'd either turned out or had forgotten. “So.. what else is there to do for fun around here? I'm a bit new to the area” she asked with a smirk. This N.J. girl seemed like a lot of fun to hang around with. Possibly even make friends with.
N.J. grinned behind the facemask as she listened to Tara’s slightly confused question change itself into a rather hasty and agreeing reply. This could have meant that she’s never heard of the term before, or that this was her first time playing hooky. Her thoughts were confirmed when Tara asked if they were talking about the same thing.
“I don't know about you, but I'm talking about cutting a boring day of class, so I can do something fun.” N.J. replied mischievously, as she got out the yellow spray paint and shook it quickly. After popping off the cap, she focused on making a large circle, then as a finishing touch to the layer she made five swilling points reaching towards the top of her makeshift canvas. She continued this with both the orange and red paints, only making them smaller than the last. Finally she finished it with some brown, by making three crossing lines by the bottom of the three previous colors.
She took a step back to admire the campfire she had created, thinking that maybe she should have started with a black canvas instead of white. Ah well… Too late to change it now, she thought as she took of the protective face mask and goggles, putting them along with the rest of her supplies back into her gym bag.
“Well there’s a ton to do around here, it just depends where you look.” N.J. explained as she picked up her bag and placed the strap on her shoulder. “Do you like coffee? We can start there if you like.”
"Coffee?" she repeated clumsily like a parrot trying to mimic a new word. She shook her head and came to stand beside her, her head tilted to the side like a dog having heard the most bizarre noise. "I cant say that I have. What is it?" She began sweeping her hair back out of her face and pulling those long blond bangs into a pony tail with the rest of her hair.
She followed along after N.J. as she led the way, trying to puzzled out the letters, trying to guess what the could possibly stand for. It had to have been a nick name, I mean.. who actually names their child just letters?. "So.. Miss N.J.? What do the letters stand for? If.. you don't mind my asking."
While N.J. tried to think of how to explain what coffee was, she couldn’t help but think it was strange that Tara had never heard of it before. “I guess you’re going to find out, and if you don’t like it. I’ll pay for the drinks.” She grinned playfully at Tara, her new accomplice even if the poor girl didn’t know it quite yet. “However, I will say that if you’ve mainly had tea or soda, be prepared for one hell of a kick.”
N.J. looked over at Tara, a bit perturbed about Tara calling her ‘Miss’. It wasn’t everyday that she was called that, in fact she hardly ever was called by that suffix. “You can just stick with calling me N.J. That’s what everyone else usually does.” Upon hearing the rest of her question made N.J. stop in her tracks. “What do the letters mean? In my name?” This girl really was strange, granted asking to know what her name stood for wasn’t all that strange. Still, there was a good reason Nadine Joe Cross liked to abbreviate her name… “It’s short for about two-thirds of my full name.” N.J. sighed, not really wanting to use her full name, “Which is Nadine J. Cross.”
She pulled opened the door to the little café, sitting down in a booth by a window. “Pick anything you’d like from the menu, I’ll buy.” N.J. had gotten curious about Tara, she seemed so… Sheltered, it was amusing to the teen, so amusing that her colored strand of hair had changed from the Orange color it had been to mix of both Pink and Violet.
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Getting kicked by a drink sisn't sound all that appealing and she just arched a brow at N.J. Eventually, she just shrugged, shaking her head. Probably just one of those sayings that she didn't really understand. Ah well.. What can you do, right?
She listened curiously as the girl explained the abbreviation of her name. It was a nice name, she supposed. Can't say she'd ever heard it before. But then again, she'd lived most of her life cooped up in her dad's TARDIS. Ask her anything about space and time, anything about paradoxes and reality fluctuations, heck, ask her about chemistry and she'd talk your ear off.
But when it came to pretending to be Human? The fact that her species and Humans looked so much alike on the outside was the only thing that kept people from realizing. But she didn't know much about Earth, it's little social terms and the like. N.J. seemed like a nice enough girl so.. what was the harm in tagging along, really?
“Anything?” she asked. She didn't know what half this stuff was. “Um... crisps.. sounds good, I guess” and her eyes fixed on that odd colored strand of hair and watch it change.. Tara tilted her head and slightly gawked. That couldn't be normal.
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