Video 2 (Backdated to the 12th)

[toiletseat_girl]

[the video opens on an awkward looking teenage girl, sitting cross-legged on a bed, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. she's holding a sheathed sword in her lap.

finally, she speaks]

Okay. I'm looking for someone to teach me how to fight. Fist-fighting, martial arts, swordfighting, guns, I don't care. I'm just sick of everyone else fighting my battles for me.

I guess that's about it. Just--lemme know if you can help. Thanks.

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[toiletseat_girl]

I guess. It just feels so girly.

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[knifecollecting]

Even guys benefit from smooth skin.

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[toiletseat_girl]

I wouldn't know. About guys and what benefits them.

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[knifecollecting]

[...Wait.]

Not at all?

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[toiletseat_girl]

...not even a little bit.

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[knifecollecting]

Oh. [She looks at George for a moment.]

Do you like guys at all or...?

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[toiletseat_girl]

[a little defensively]

I like boys. I, uh. I like girls, too. It's just that none of 'em like me back.

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[knifecollecting]

[Jo almost says something trite, like "You'll find someone eventually." before she remembers who she's talking to. George is dead like Jo is. There's no chance except here.]

Their loss.

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[toiletseat_girl]

[well, George's kind of death comes with the possibility of going back home or going elsewhere, but she's not expecting to find anyone there, either]

I guess. Kinda makes me wonder what the fuck is wrong with me, though.

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[knifecollecting]

[Jo shakes her head almost immediately.]

It's always them, not you.

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[toiletseat_girl]

[George looks skeptical]

Always? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that I have something to do with it.

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[knifecollecting]

Pretty sure it's them, unless you're giving them that look. [She laughs quietly.]

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[toiletseat_girl]

No, I don't give them that look. I don't give 'em any look at all. Don't know how.

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[knifecollecting]

[Jo realizes they're very sidetracked at this point, but-]

You don't flirt at all?

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[toiletseat_girl]

[very, very sidetracked. but this could still count as a lesson?]

Nnnnnope. Never had any friends to teach me.

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[knifecollecting]

Your life in the suburbs kinda sucked, didn't it? [Sorry, George. She says it kindly.]

It's not too hard.

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[toiletseat_girl]

...it really fucking did. Not that I was made fun of or anything. I was just. Invisible.

[gives Jo a skeptical look]

I'm sorry, but you're gorgeous. That's gotta help.

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[knifecollecting]

It helps a little. [She laughs quietly.]

Nah, it's about looks and what you say.

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[toiletseat_girl]

Looks aren't gonna help me. 'Cause I'm still. This. [gestures to her everything] And what I say? What am I supposed to say, 'you're hot, wanna make out?'

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[knifecollecting]

[Jo laughs quietly.]

You're cute, George. And that would work sometimes.

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[toiletseat_girl]

I'm not cute. [no one will ever convince her otherwise] And are you serious?

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[knifecollecting]

Yes, you are. And yes, it would totally work. [Jo's had it work.]

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[toiletseat_girl]

No, I'm not. [this is a hill she's prepared to die on] But how would it work?

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[knifecollecting]

[Fine, Jo's going to stop the cute talk.]

It works because no matter how much they pretend, most guys are totally down to make out most of the time.

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[toiletseat_girl]

[yay! for low self esteem]

...seriously? Then how come no one's ever asked me to do it. [she realizes that was a bad choice of words too late] Not that I mean do it do it.