Pippa Cross (dead_beauty) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-24 02:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, pippa cross, ron weasley |
Who: Pippa and OPEN
What: Suffering from hysterics
When: Late afternoon
Where: Some street corner
Rating TBA
“What have you done! What did you do, Gemma?” Yes, Pip, blame it on Gemma; blame everything on the friend that you all but betrayed. Gemma hadn’t understood, she didn’t believe that Pippa was special, that she might have been chosen. In her eyes, she was only powerful because she had strayed and sacrificed to that bloody tree, the towering, grand tree that had more magic than anyone could possibly comprehend. She’d gone into the Winterlands by herself, the territory where wicked things lurked, where souls like her were corrupted and darkened by all that was forgotten by the real world long ago. She had allowed herself to be tempted, and now she was here, all alone, lost.
Pretty little Pippa trudged through the streets, her lavender dress dirty and ripped near the hem. She was as pale as the death that had taken her and her eyes were odd, blue-white and unworldly. Her lips were set in a grim frown and the dainty, white boots on her feet were dirtied and going black, their laces coming undone with each step. Normally she would have fretted over the terrible state of her attire, would have fixed it immediately so that everything looked lovely and clean, just as it was supposed to be.
Not this time though. She was much too angry, much too upset, to look down at herself and feel bad about her clothing.
Her brisk, furious walk did nothing to calm her nerves, but it did land her on the ground, staring at the shoes of the man who she had accidently ran into. Looking stunned but worried all at once, he bent down and took her shoulder. “Miss? Miss, are you alright?” Pippa looked him in the eye, grasped at the side of her dress and let out a hysterical answer. “Do I look it? Do I look alright to you?” She was yelling, her eyes wide and her shoulders arched. He was taken by surprise and that surprise grew when she grabbed him and pushed him away from her.
He stumbled sideways and Pippa regained her footing, lacking all the grace that she was usually admired for possessing. Taking fistfuls of ebony hair into her hands, she threw her head to the sky and let the tears that were threatening to escape leak from her eyes.
“Help me please! Gemma, Fee, Anne, I’m sorry! I take it back. I didn’t mean it! I’m not bad. I want to be good!” Her hysterics were noted and people were beginning to stop, beginning to stare in that unhelpful way.
Despite the growing crowd, she was all alone.