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Frankie Carmichael ([info]frankiec) wrote in [info]incarnaterpg,
@ 2009-02-03 21:35:00

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Entry tags:blythe bole, frankie carmichael

WHO: Frankie Carmichael and Blythe Bole (and anyone who wants to watch and be afraid)
WHAT: And the award for most awkward dinner ever goes to.....
WHEN: Dinner, Tuesday night
WHERE: The Great Hall
RATING: I doubt they'll use clean language
STATUS: In progress



Frankie was starving, and he'd been late to dinner. As such, there wasn't much by way of food sitting around left on his house's table. There were a few bits here and there, so he piled his plate up with what he could from any end of the table and sat down next to Blythe and started eating. He managed his "heys" and "hellos" but he was clearly focused on sustenance. He and Blythe had actually managed to not fight for a grand total of 27 hours, and that was a record so far. He was almost comfortable!

However, as with all situations where Frankie felt comfortable, he always got a bit too comfortable and reached over to her plate, without asking and grabbed a chocolate biscuit from her plate and just...Took a bite of it. Yes. Francis Carmichael had gotten far, far too comfortable.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-04 10:51 am UTC (link)
For a moment Blythe didn't do anything. Didn't move a muscle, didn't open her mouth and yell at him, she just watched him. Which should have been a red flag if there ever was one since people had lost hands for doing far less. Picking at her plate was one thing, it was crossing a fine line, but taking her pudding, knicking her biscuit was entirely different one.

Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head and stared at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-04 05:04 pm UTC (link)
Perhaps if she'd moved Frankie would have known he was in trouble. But he, as usual, was too preoccupied to notice anything else but the food on his plate and the biscuit he was happily munching away on.

When she spoke he blinked and slowly turned his head to look at her, biscuit still in hand, a smile crept across his face. He couldn't help it, while most people were terrified, Blythe angry was one of the funniest things he'd ever witnessed. Granted he didn't like being yelled at, didn't really like fighting with her, but it was what they did, and they were obscenely good at it. If fighting with Blythe was a course at Hogwarts, Frankie would be acing that course. Hell, he'd probably be teaching it. "I'm eating, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

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[info]warriored
2009-02-04 06:27 pm UTC (link)
Sometimes she really questioned her sanity. Strike that she questioned her sanity most of the time when it came to Frankie and his infuriating ways. Sure he was hot, like really hot because a girl would have to have to be blind or stupid not to notice, but he just made her so mad. Twisting the fork around her fingers, she gripped the handle a bit tighter.

How much trouble would she be in if she just stabbed him with it? On a scale from a lot to none at all? "I swear to God, Francis, don't make me stab you. You think you can just come in here and take what you want, don't you?"

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-04 09:29 pm UTC (link)
Frankie raised his eyebrows and looked from her to the fork in her hand several times. She was going to fucking stab him. He had no doubt in his mind. A smarter bloke would have immediately apologized, but no one ever accused Francis Carmichael of being the sharpest tool in the shed. Or, as the case may be, the roundest biscuit in the biscuit jar.

So he did the first thing that popped into his mind. He took another bite of the biscuit and chewed it slowly. "Mmm," he said smirking at her. "If it tastes this good. Then yes, I suppose so."

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[info]warriored
2009-02-04 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Her fingers tensed just a bit more, eyes narrowing and then she just did it. Really she could have warned him, but what would have been the fun in that?

Reaching out, she jammed the fork right into his chocolate biscuit stealing forearm. It served him bloody right for being such a smug arse about the entire thing.

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-04 11:12 pm UTC (link)
He saw it coming, but he didn't see it soon enough to react to it, so when he felt the fork jab into his forearm he screamed. Loudly. "WHAT THE FUCK, BLYTHE!" he said practically jumping out of his seat. "YOU'RE A GOD DAMN LUNATIC!" then again...Everyone already knew that.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-04 11:20 pm UTC (link)
She dropped the fork to the table with the tiny clatter and rolled her eyes. "God, don't be such a fucking baby." Blythe reached out and grabbed his arm to confirm what she already knew to be true. Yep, she hadn't even broken the skin.

Letting go of the skin, she reverted back to her state of calm. Her point had been made and now, well now he was just being dramatic. "I didn't even draw blood. It's not like I fucking bit you."

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-04 11:28 pm UTC (link)
"YOU STABBED ME WITH A FORK, WOMAN!" he said incredulously. "I don't care if it broke the skin or not! YOU.STABBED.ME.WITH.A FORK!" he hollered.

When she got all calm on him, and went on and on about how she didn't draw blood he rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Blythe," he said as he started to walk away, "I think you can afford to miss a biscuit or two," he snapped at her as he started walking out of the Great Hall, "What the hell are you looking at?" he snapped at some kid who was staring at him (one of many). Okay so the remark about her not needing a biscuit probably wasn't the best, or nicest thing to say to one's girlfriend. But he'd just been physically assaulted! He was feeling a bit vindictive.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-04 11:39 pm UTC (link)
"Oh boo fricking hoo." She mimed a crying gesture, dismissing his over-the-top accusations. So what if she'd done that? It was done now, she was done now. He could just get over it. In fact, she was so close to be over with it that she had been contemplating letting him have the rest when heard what he was saying to her.

Turning to him, her mouth fell open. "What? You stop right there, Francis Carmichael, you stop the fuck RIGHT THERE," she shouted at his back picking up a wad of chicken and throwing it at his head.

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-04 11:48 pm UTC (link)
He didn't pay her any attention. She was calling him by his full name and ordering him around he was about to turn around and tell her where to stick it but he felt chicken hit him in the back of his head and he turned around with his eyebrows raised, "Oh that's real fucking great Blythe...NOW you want to share your food?" he said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-05 12:00 am UTC (link)
"If you had waited thirty damn seconds I would've been willingly to share then too."

It wasn't just that there was no way that she was going to let him be the first one to walk away from this fight. That would be too easy and end up with way too much of it getting blamed on her. Standing up, she dropped her napkin onto her plate rolling her eyes at those around her in the perfect display of 'what can you do?'. Head held high, she started off towards the door at a much faster pace than he had, far too willing to pick at the reason he'd been late.

"Then again, you would know plenty about sharing wouldn't you? As you love to love to share with all of the little seventh year sluts don't you?"

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-05 12:08 am UTC (link)
He rolled his eyes, "Remind me again why I'd wait around for some bitch who just stabbed me with a fork to give me her table scraps?"

When she stood up and started walking quickly towards him he knew what she was about to do and he started walking more quickly as well. He was practically power walking toward the door. "Oh GOD, Blythe, are we going there?" he said as he powered toward the door. "How many times do I have to tell you that as much as it PAINS me, I'm STUCK with you!" he was about to start elbowing her out of the way.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-05 12:13 am UTC (link)
"You're stuck with me?" The words came out with shrill and shriekish as if some sort of wayward banshee had come and replaced Blythe mid-action. Giving him a shove, her whole face scrunched up in a mean and angry little expression she became even more determined to get through that door faster.

"How about the fact that I am stuck with you? It's all out of PITY or some sort of poor JUDGEMENT as my mother reminds me." At least when her mother remembered that she had a second daughter. "And I'm such a BITCH then what does that make you? A fucking BASTARD?"

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-05 12:21 am UTC (link)
Frankie nodded once and shoved her out of the way of his exit as well after she shoved him. They were shoulder to shoulder now, the both of them shoving the other as much as they possibly could.

"Oh pity and lack of judgment? Well it's not my fault you can't do better than me," he said as he shoved the door open in front of him. Once they were out of the Great Hall his voice escalated just a bit more, "No Blythe, it makes me a fucking IDIOT for putting up with you," he screamed.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-05 12:37 am UTC (link)
"Oh I could SO MUCH better."

Letting the door slam shut behind her with a crack, she gestured wildly not really caring if some damned Ravenclaw on the steps stared at her. If they did, then who really cared? It was their fault for being there.

"I could do MILES better. And you are idiot, I don't need to be included in that."

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-05 12:41 am UTC (link)
Frankie looked around dramatically, "Oh yeah? Where does the line start, Blythe? I don't see anyone standing around waiting to take you off my hands!" he said, at that moment a second year Hufflepuff boy walked by and Frankie pointed at him with his thumb, "What about him? Is he one of your many admirers? Please! Take her! She's yours!" he screamed at the kid, and at Blythe, the poor kid looked downright terrified.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-05 12:47 am UTC (link)
Folding her arms across her chest, she frowned. "Don't hurt the poor kid," she said without any real energy in her words. "And I know that you're Mr Wise Guy Hot Shot, but fine, go then. See if I care."

It was an empty threat at best. Because the truth was that she did care, but it would take wild centaurs to drag it out of her.

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-05 12:58 am UTC (link)
The fact was that they both cared, but it didn't stop either of them from calling each others bluffs as often as possible. It was just the way they got things accomplished. "Oh no, but once he spends five minutes with you that'll be enough pain to last him a bloody lifetime," he looked back at the kid who was officially trying to get away as fast as possible. "Smart move little man! Run for your fucking life!" he hollered after him.

"You want me to go, Blythe? Because I will walk, I will fucking walk and you NEVER have to worry about me and you again." It wasn't true. But it was fun to pretend it was once in a while.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-05 01:17 am UTC (link)
Feeling herself shaking slightly as she gripped her elbows a bit tighter, Blythe sucked in her breath trying to figure out how best to answer this. The way to win was to tell him that no, she didn't care. That wasn't exactly the honest answer, but honesty wasn't really going to get her squat and why play the victim?

"Oh, please, don't make promises you can't keep," was what she said instead, the words dripping out of her mouth in strange taunting manner. She was goading him and she knew it. "Weren't you walking?'

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[info]frankiec
2009-02-05 01:33 am UTC (link)
He watched her carefully trying to gauge her next move, he was pretty sure he knew, they'd been at this since the beginning of time it seemed.

"Oh trust me, I'm done making promises to you, sweetheart," he said quickly. He hated backing down to her, granted they took their turns most of the time, at least they were equal opportunity fighters. He thought about it for another moment before he shrugged, "Yeah. I'm walking," he said and he turned around and started walking away.

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[info]warriored
2009-02-05 02:09 am UTC (link)
Pressing her lips together, she stood there in the Great Hall, tapping her foot on the stone for what seemed like an eternity watching him leave. There was no way that she was going to repent right away. That was would cheap and easy and wrong. No, she'd wait. Definitely wait. Until it stopped feeling like a bit of a loss.

Exactly roughly, she turned slightly about to go storm off in the direction of god knew what. "What are you looking at, spazz?" she snapped as some pathetic looking first year who squeaked and scurried out of the way as she stormed up the steps. Good riddance.

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