Sadie Thompson, Geokinetic (likepetrichor) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-09-16 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! plot: egg, graham lockey, sadie thompson |
WHO: Graham Lockey and Sadie Thompson
WHAT: EGGS, nom nom
WHEN: Sunday, September 16
WHERE: Girls Tower
WARNINGS: TEARS~
STATUS: Complete.
Being chosen to hold Barn Swallow’s egg had been like winning a Pokemon tournament. Graham had felt ecstatic, thrilled, and quite proud to have such faith put in him. His determination to be the first one to make through a 24 hour period without it breaking was intense. For the first few hours. As the day passed, his ward became more of a forgotten burden than a highly guarded prize. His thoughts wandered. Most of the morning had been spent sifting through Legolas smut fics for Lottie. That task had lead to thoughts about Lottie. And tongue man. A pout had formed, followed by a brilliant idea. He would just go see her and figure out what he could do to win her hand. When Graham had arrived in the girls tower, it was to find a surprisingly empty common area. He’d been just about to change into a unicycle when he remembered there was a cycle murderer on campus and that the egg might get crushed by his wheel. After a moment's pause he decided a plush bird would best suit his needs. No one would even realise the egg was real! Pleased with his particularly clever plan, Graham set the egg down in the corner of the room and concentrated on becoming a plushy version of Pidgeotto. Not long after a stuffed bird suddenly appeared in the girls’ common room, the door slammed open to admit a dusty, frustrated Sadie Thompson. She thought she’d devised such a good plan with her teammates, but apparently the Vols here at IVI were quicker on their feet than she’d anticipated. On Friday she’d had a chance against both Magpie and Barn Swallow, but even though Kieran walked face-first into a sudden tower of stone, his egg hadn’t broken. To make matters even worse, Parker ended up breaking his egg. (Everyone knows bloodbenders are evil.) Her luck hadn’t fared any better today, and after having one of her earthen obstacles blown up by the Palestinian girl and another just walked through like a ghost, Sadie was fed up. Obviously she wasn’t going to break any eggs, so she might as well just go back to the dorms and shower and nurse her wounded pride. “Stupid eggs, stupid Parker, stupid school,” she grumbled to herself, stomping past the corner where Graham had set up. She stopped. “Stupid Pidgeotto, you’re the worst! Who would even want this?!” Then she spotted the bright red egg, and all her discontent was shoved aside in favor of bemusement. Which team was red? Was it a legitimate egg? Or had someone just left it here as a prank? Sadie picked it up, turning it over in her hand. Every failed attempt to break an egg with her powers came rushing back to her, and she scowled anew. Even if this wasn’t legit, she could certainly show this stupid egg what she thought of the whole business. “I hate this place,” she declared, squeezing her fist shut, and cracking the egg inside. “Oh, ew.” Squeezing something to death had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she just had egg all over her hand. Luckily there was a plush Pokemon nearby to wipe it off on. The plush Pokemon did not so much as blink when Sadie came by. Graham’s senses were dimmed by the small scope of vision and the stuffing that made up the vast majority of his being. Everything he perceived as an object seemed like it was happening in some far off plain. All he knew was that the girl was not Lottie. He was only vaguely aware that she had taken the egg and by the time his thoughts shifted from their focal point it didn’t matter. Pidgeotto suddenly faded away as Graham emerged, ballooning from a handheld toy into a fully grown man. His brain was still in the process of trying to catch up with what he had seen as a toy and it did not even occur to him that she’d crushed the egg even as he felt her hands contact with his body. The gooey substance made an odd stain on his clothing but he just stared at her as the words left his mouth, “Thats my... my hip.” It wasn’t quite his hip. “Aaaauuuggggghhh!” There was really no other way to react to a plush Pidgeotto suddenly turning into a man. Sadie screamed, choked, spluttered, and stared at her hand - and Graham’s “hip” - in horror. Then she started smacking him with her eggy hand. “Oh my GOD, holy SHIT, what the FUCK!!” Her blows fell upon chest and shoulders, and were by no means hard - all open-handed, and with none of the training she’d had in boxing behind them. Graham’s eyes were wide and there was a slight pink flush in his cheeks. He sputtered a little as the girl began to hammer him with her palms. He wasn’t really sure what was going on. Then a sense of dread invaded his mind as he realised there were white shell bits on both of them and the floor. “Oh. My. God. OH MY GOD,” he huffed in panic as he whirled out of her reach and glanced behind him where the egg had previously perched. The empty spot hit him in the stomach. “You killed Togepi!!!!” he blurted out in horror. “What?!” Sadie wailed, staring in disbelief at the guy who used to be a toy before the actual meaning of the words caught up with her. “You named your egg?? Why are you in the girls’ dorm with your egg? What even is your power, oh my god, why were you a Pokemon.” In frustration and bewilderment, she shoved her hands in her hair, only to realized that she still had egg and shell on one of them. “Ugh!” Graham’s frowned deepened as he started picking the tiny bits of shell off his person, still somewhat mindful of how they’d gotten there. The barrage of questions made him look up at her again. “Of course I named it,” he huffed, giving her a strange look as if she were the weird one here. “We were suppose to take care of it. I can’t just go around calling it ‘egg’.” Besides, he had planned to see if someone would help him paint Togepi’s face onto it... He averted his eyes as he considered how to answer the rest of her questions. There was a certain amount of embarrassment present at the idea of telling her his grand plan. “Pidgeotto is so awesome,” he said having settled on only responding to her last inquiry, “and---” his sentence fell off as he watched her run her hands through her hair. “Oh no! Oh man... let me help.” He licked his forefingers and reached up to grab a big shard of egg shell. Sadie froze. It was the only response left to her - she’d already screamed and hit and flailed, and running away was not really a thing that Thompsons did. So she froze, hands still hovering above her head after she’d pulled them away, and let Graham pick out bits of shell while she rewound and pieced it all together. “So... wait, I totally did break an egg, didn’t I?” she asked after a long moment, finally lowering her hands and wiping them on her jeans. Her face broke into a big smile. “Finally! Yes!!” Graham stopped, arm suspended in the air still, as his face fell. His lips were flat and he shrugged. “Yeah, you murdered my egg,” he confirmed in a sad tone. He wasn’t one to stay gloomy for long though and her smile made him grin too. “Congratulations?” Except now he’d have to tell his teammates they’d lost another one -- the third day in a row. “I’m Graham, former defender of Togepi by day and superhero by night! I also answer to Han or Locke.” Sadie’s moment of triumph dissipated as quickly as it bubbled up, and she had the good grace to look chagrined. “I mean, it’s not like it was alive... I’m sorry,” she finished lamely, offering up a sheepish grin. “I’m Sadie. ...just Sadie. It’s nice to meet you?” She looked around. It really was weird that he was just hanging out in the girls’ common room. Wasn’t that against the rules or something? Maybe not. “Sorry again about the e-- Togepi.” “Its okay, Sadie” Graham said unable to really be all that upset with her. “Your team will probably be pleased at least!” he added enthusiastically. He poked at the egg bits still on his clothing with his fingers. “Think I’m going to have to go change though. Oh man, I wonder if they made up a messy game on purpose!” “That’s true,” Sadie agreed, glad to have the bright side pointed out to her again (not that she wasn’t secretly happy for it, but the guilt and embarrassment were making her feel bad for feeling triumphant). “I better go find a staff member. Good luck with the rest of the competition!” |