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fardell24Back at the Leung-Bell's Keith watched as Jane sketched some game characters. “You're quite good,” he said.
“Thanks,” Jane said. “Art is my passion. It runs in the family. Although I'm more of a 'fine arts' kind of girl than the others.”
“I see,” Keith said. “What game character is that?”
“It's from the old Atari,” Jane answered. “It's quite obscure.”
“Look's interesting.”
“Well, it is a sci-fi game.” She drew some stars in the background for emphasis.
“Cool.”
“Jennifer,” Cindy said as the quiet girl followed.
“Yes?”
“We're doing more of the improve here,” Cindy said.
“Cool,” Jennifer said.
“It should balance out whatever Daria was trying to do,” Quinn added.
“Yes. It's clear she was doing something you wouldn't agree with,” Jennifer agreed.
“That's quite obvious,” Kristen said. “Hence why Mom didn't allow her in.”
Jennifer nodded.
“We're now at Kristen's,” Quinn said. “My sister was going to cause trouble, so she wasn't allowed in.”
“That's right,” Kristen said.
“That's something we didn't want,” Cindy said.
“And now we can do more improv,” Quinn said.
“Older sisters can be annoying!” Quinn said in exaggerated tone whilst leaning against the rail in Kristen's bedroom balcony. The sunset colors gave a rather good backdrop, Jennifer thought.
“I agree,” Kristen said from just outside the door, looking towards Quinn.
“You know how Daria can be,” Quinn said.
“Absolutely,” Kristen said. “Then there's Kelly. She's still running off most nights.” She shook her head.
“What do you think Daria's up to?” Cindy asked.
“No idea,” Quinn said with a giggle.
Back at the Hecuba's, Daria was impatient.
“These things do take time,” Andrea said without looking from the screen. “But you can wait in the kitchen, if you want.”
“Sure.”
Daria found that there was no one else home. 'Of course not,' she thought as she took a look in one of the cupboards. She did find some chocolate cookies in there. 'But how long will it take?' she wondered.
Back at the Leung-Bell's, they were continuing their improvisational theatrical presentation. “...We have journeyed through Lawndale today, friends,” Quinn said.
“From the suburbia around Glen Oaks Lane,” Cindy added.
“To the more interesting than expected business area,” Kristen continued.
“And to Lawndale High,” Cindy said. “It was a fun day.”
“Absolutely,” Kristen said. “If only Sandi didn't stir trouble.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “I still don't know what is up with her!”
“Other than being jelous?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes!” Quinn responded. “She's totally green eyed!”
Jane completed another sketch. “Here you go.”
“Cool,” Keith said. “It's like you have captured the essence of the character.”
Jane smiled. “Thanks.”
“Uh oh!” Andrea said.
“What?” Daria asked.
“Something has picked up upon my intrusion. I need to concentrate!” Andrea responded. “I will tell you when I have found something.”
“Right,” Daria said as she made herself scarce.
“I think that should do it,” Quinn said. Given that she had got up early that morning, she was tired.
“You think so,” Jennifer said as she put the camera aside.
“Yes,” Quinn said.
Kristen yawned. “We're all tired.”
“You're right,” Jennifer said.
Daria was reading when Andrea entered the kitchen. The latter handed over a thumb drive. “Here. I have some recordings from the Leung-Bells this evening. Just don't ask me to do something like that again!”
“I won't,” she said as she took the thumb drive.
Andrea looked at her in disbelief. “And now I need to work on my own video for Mr. O'Neill.”
“Didn't you partner with someone?” Daria asked.
“I did,” Andrea responded.
“Who?”
“You don't need to know.”
“I'll be going then,” Daria said.
Andrea watched Daria walk off into the twilight. She hoped that Daria wouldn't ask her to do something like that again. Once was enough. 'Great! Now I'm all worked up about it!'
“Ready to go?” Cindy asked.
“Yes,” Quinn said.
“Cool,” Jen said with a yawn.
“It has been a long day,” Quinn said, with a look at a gothic styled wall clock.
“Daria, do you know when Quinn and the others will get in,” her mother asked, after opening the bedroom door.
“No idea,” Daria responded. “Maybe we should have dinner now.”
“What happened?”
“I wasn't allowed at the Leung-Bell's.”
“I see,” her mother said. “It's obvious that your attitude towards Quinn raised some concerns.”
Daria merely nodded.
“Dinner will wait until they're here,” her mother said in a tone that broked no discussion, before leaving to let her think on what she had just said. She was still angry. She went over to the computer and loaded the files Andrea had given her onto it.
“Thanks,” Jane said. “Art is my passion. It runs in the family. Although I'm more of a 'fine arts' kind of girl than the others.”
“I see,” Keith said. “What game character is that?”
“It's from the old Atari,” Jane answered. “It's quite obscure.”
“Look's interesting.”
“Well, it is a sci-fi game.” She drew some stars in the background for emphasis.
“Cool.”
“Jennifer,” Cindy said as the quiet girl followed.
“Yes?”
“We're doing more of the improve here,” Cindy said.
“Cool,” Jennifer said.
“It should balance out whatever Daria was trying to do,” Quinn added.
“Yes. It's clear she was doing something you wouldn't agree with,” Jennifer agreed.
“That's quite obvious,” Kristen said. “Hence why Mom didn't allow her in.”
Jennifer nodded.
“We're now at Kristen's,” Quinn said. “My sister was going to cause trouble, so she wasn't allowed in.”
“That's right,” Kristen said.
“That's something we didn't want,” Cindy said.
“And now we can do more improv,” Quinn said.
“Older sisters can be annoying!” Quinn said in exaggerated tone whilst leaning against the rail in Kristen's bedroom balcony. The sunset colors gave a rather good backdrop, Jennifer thought.
“I agree,” Kristen said from just outside the door, looking towards Quinn.
“You know how Daria can be,” Quinn said.
“Absolutely,” Kristen said. “Then there's Kelly. She's still running off most nights.” She shook her head.
“What do you think Daria's up to?” Cindy asked.
“No idea,” Quinn said with a giggle.
Back at the Hecuba's, Daria was impatient.
“These things do take time,” Andrea said without looking from the screen. “But you can wait in the kitchen, if you want.”
“Sure.”
Daria found that there was no one else home. 'Of course not,' she thought as she took a look in one of the cupboards. She did find some chocolate cookies in there. 'But how long will it take?' she wondered.
Back at the Leung-Bell's, they were continuing their improvisational theatrical presentation. “...We have journeyed through Lawndale today, friends,” Quinn said.
“From the suburbia around Glen Oaks Lane,” Cindy added.
“To the more interesting than expected business area,” Kristen continued.
“And to Lawndale High,” Cindy said. “It was a fun day.”
“Absolutely,” Kristen said. “If only Sandi didn't stir trouble.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “I still don't know what is up with her!”
“Other than being jelous?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes!” Quinn responded. “She's totally green eyed!”
Jane completed another sketch. “Here you go.”
“Cool,” Keith said. “It's like you have captured the essence of the character.”
Jane smiled. “Thanks.”
“Uh oh!” Andrea said.
“What?” Daria asked.
“Something has picked up upon my intrusion. I need to concentrate!” Andrea responded. “I will tell you when I have found something.”
“Right,” Daria said as she made herself scarce.
“I think that should do it,” Quinn said. Given that she had got up early that morning, she was tired.
“You think so,” Jennifer said as she put the camera aside.
“Yes,” Quinn said.
Kristen yawned. “We're all tired.”
“You're right,” Jennifer said.
Daria was reading when Andrea entered the kitchen. The latter handed over a thumb drive. “Here. I have some recordings from the Leung-Bells this evening. Just don't ask me to do something like that again!”
“I won't,” she said as she took the thumb drive.
Andrea looked at her in disbelief. “And now I need to work on my own video for Mr. O'Neill.”
“Didn't you partner with someone?” Daria asked.
“I did,” Andrea responded.
“Who?”
“You don't need to know.”
“I'll be going then,” Daria said.
Andrea watched Daria walk off into the twilight. She hoped that Daria wouldn't ask her to do something like that again. Once was enough. 'Great! Now I'm all worked up about it!'
“Ready to go?” Cindy asked.
“Yes,” Quinn said.
“Cool,” Jen said with a yawn.
“It has been a long day,” Quinn said, with a look at a gothic styled wall clock.
“Daria, do you know when Quinn and the others will get in,” her mother asked, after opening the bedroom door.
“No idea,” Daria responded. “Maybe we should have dinner now.”
“What happened?”
“I wasn't allowed at the Leung-Bell's.”
“I see,” her mother said. “It's obvious that your attitude towards Quinn raised some concerns.”
Daria merely nodded.
“Dinner will wait until they're here,” her mother said in a tone that broked no discussion, before leaving to let her think on what she had just said. She was still angry. She went over to the computer and loaded the files Andrea had given her onto it.
