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Tweak says, "I pity da foo!"

drury (drur) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-02-24 16:17:00

Who: Dru & OPEN (tempting, isn't it?)
When: Chilly Tuesday night
What: Drury is indulging in a rather frightening novel and it's getting to her head.
Where: The veggie patch
Rating: TBA. Dru is ~~naughty~~ unpredictable, what can I say?

Drury hated herself right now, for a plethora of undoubtedly logical reasons. First, she hadn't dressed properly. It was unseasonably cold tonight, a factor she hadn't anticipated, and rather than wear, oh I don't know, something appropriate, the seventh year had rooted through her bureau and pulled on an old Beauty and the Beast bathrobe. The terry cloth was worn through in some spots, the shoulders tight and the hem barely brushed past her thighs but today she felt the indescribable urge to wear it. Only problem was: she had nothing on underneath.
The second reason had to do with the fact that Dru found herself plowing through the pages of a horror story, a habit she had believed she'd gone rigidly cold turkey. Truthfully, the idea compelled her; myths of fear and anguish, fictions about psychopathic killers and their poor victims, it was interesting! Unfortunately, the nightmares that usually proceeded from these fright-filled tomes: not so great...

Dru shuddered, but this time not from the frigid, cabbage tainted air. Her dark eyes combed over the flimsy paper, held fast by a thick, leather bound spine. Don't go into the closet. She thought frantically, losing herself in the book. Don't go into the closet.
Inevitably, the character did, and just as Drury was about to flip the page to discover her fate, she heard a muffled sound in the distance. As if on cue, her pulse sped, her heart pounding wildly. All these tales are getting to my head, she thought quickly, attempting to push her anxiety aside, although rumors had spread all though Hogwarts that some weren't just fantasy. Suddenly, the noise gave way to a figure, and Dru grabbed her book, lunging at the person, a scream fresh in her throat.

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drur
2009-02-26 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Nox was always perpetually playful, in fact, Dru found his impish nature to be a major distraction for her; whether she admitted to it or not. Still, there was nothing she enjoyed more than playing along, relishing in the antics that usually ensued in their waves of mischief. After he laughed and replied to her bold remark, and before she was able to respond to it properly, Nox swiftly altered their positions, effectively pinning Dru in a similiar recreation of what she'd done to him just minutes prior.

Of course though, soon he raised the inevitable, ever-popular question of what was she doing outside in the icy air, practically nude, with only the vegetables for company and tackling unsuspecting people. Drury flicked a dismissive hand, brushing the shaggy black bangs out her face so she could see him better. "What, a girl can't go for a stroll around the cabbage patch without being pestered with questions?" She whined, hamming it up a bit. Her pouty lips gave it the effectiveness she was aiming for. "It's not like I'm going to be attacked or -" She halted mid-sentence, realizing only too late that, yes, there were rumors of a murderer in the school fluttering around, and she really could have been hurt.

Her dark eyes glanced over at the horror story she'd been reading, now discarded several feet away, looking grim by an old tomato plant, then quickly darted back to Nox. Silently, Dru prayed he wouldn't notice it. She'd never hear the end of it if he discovered she was wound up over a stupid, make-believe novel. Changing the subject and acknowledging what he'd mentioned earlier, she wrapped her pale, wiry arms around Nox's neck and sighed. "What can I say? I'm a bona fide damsel in distress." She smirked, "So much for superhero."

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noxout
2009-03-01 08:28 pm UTC (link)

Their unusual compatibility was something that easily shocked even Nox; he could easily say that he knew they were meant to be friends from that knowledge alone, and even if opposites attract, he could definitely say that alike personalities attract even more. Perhaps not in a romantic sense or anything of the sort, but really, Nox didn't know what he would do without Drury in his life and he was completely aware of it. Which, of course, only prompted him to say, "Well, you ought to be more careful, 'cause you're not allowed to get attacked," in a very matter-of-fact tone.

Lucky for her, however, Nox wouldn't notice the abandoned book near the tomato plant quite yet, as his attention was entirely focused on her -- a feat, really, judging by his short attention span. But there was an ungodly amount of potential flirting in this scenario and that could always hold Nox's attention longer than usual. He smirked proudly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, both hands finding their way to his narrow hips in the traditional Superman pose. "This is true, but I can always be your superhero," he grinned, lying down beside her and mock-protectively wrapping his arms around her waist, "But since every superhero needs his damsel-in-distress, you're especially not allowed to get attacked. You're like my Lois Lane, man. Who'd save me from the kryptonite if you weren't around?"

That miniature monologue there was probably full of more Superman references than one conversation really needed, but Nox would boldly confess that he was both a nerd and a geek of omega proportions any day. It's surprisingly easy to get bored when one lives in a theater, after all, and the surplus of muggle devices lying about lead to easy obsessions, right? That in itself explained Nox's vast knowledge of muggle pop culture -- or, actually, very old muggle culture and not so much what was famous now.

Nevertheless, after a few moments, Nox caught sight of something -- it looked like a book, but he wasn't entirely sure -- out of his peripherals, lingering somewhere in the short distance but still too far away for him to see clearly or reach. "Hey, what's that? Seriously, what have you been doing?

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drur
2009-03-01 09:26 pm UTC (link)

"Okay Mr. Jones, I no get attacked." She teased, in the best Short Round imitation she could muster. It was surprisingly good, in a corny sort of way. Oh well, only Nox was able to comprehend her fascination with muggle pop culture anyway, scratch that, make it, nerdy muggle pop culture. For a pure-blood, she was astonishingly well versed in the ways of the old comics; tales like Super Man and Batman, heck even the X-men, were easily as vitally important to her as the blood swimming through her veins. She could call up a scene from any of these and recite it more fluently, and certainly more dramatic, than Shakespeare himself.

"Hmm," Dru continued, licking her painted lips sensually. "Lois Lane is all fine and good, but when do I get to put on the cape and tights and save you?" She stifled a giggle, her dark eyes peering into his, and, as if on cue, Nox caught sight of the book that had been flung askew in the aftermath of their spontaneous meeting. She blinked, bewildered. His next question, further interrogating her on what she'd been doing out here, caught her off guard. He was usually captivated with her at this point, actually, at any point which involved a boat load of witty, coquettish dialogue normally had him foaming at the mouth, and Dru as well if you wanted to get technical.

She scrambled to assemble her bearings, playing it smart by lifting a pale hand to his cheek and allowing it to linger, her fingers cool to the touch. "Oh, it's nothing." She said coyly. "I was just, erm, reading, before you showed up and my night started to get interesting." Dru hoped that by being honest, or at least mostly honest, he wouldn't press the matter further. Of course, there was a slim chance of that happening, but a girl had to try. She had her dignity, if nothing else, to protect.

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noxout
2009-03-03 09:52 pm UTC (link)

The Short Round impersonation earned a relatively loud bout of laughter from Nox, never once letting go of her nevertheless because the thought simply never occurred to him. "Stay behind me, Short Round. Step where I step, and don't touch anything," he replied, grinning. Indiana Jones impersonations weren't quite as much fun so he didn't bother to try to mimic Harrison Ford's voice -- there was nothing distinct about it, anyway -- but he figured the quote would suffice. Hell, he and Dru could go into quoting battles if they felt like it, considering their mutual interest in what common muggles would probably view as basically the lamest thing since ... they killed Jesus, or whatever.

His attention switched over to the discarded book before he could reply to her comment about saving him instead, and her haphazard reply would have been acceptable had her response not faltered with an ill-timed 'erm.' Quirking an eyebrow towards her, he detached himself from her grip, teasing, "What, you read?" Meanwhile, he crawled over to the book, picking it up and making his way back over to her to plop down beside her, examining what she'd been reading.

"...Wait." He flipped through the pages a few times, scanning their contents before looking over to Drury with raised eyebrows. "A horror novel? Is THIS why you damn-near killed me? You were freaking out over a HORROR NOVEL?" He paused for a moment in awe of such a discovery -- the knowledge that Dru, Dru of all people, could be so easily influenced by a stupid book ... and then after a moment of silence, he promptly doubled over with laughter. "Seriously?! What the hell, D?!"

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drur
2009-03-04 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Biting her lip, Dru was thrust into a medley of girlish giggles, recognizing the famed Indiana Jones quote almost instantly. "Stop," She snorted, tears forming around the edges of her heavily kohl ringed eyes. "You're killin' me, Indie!" It was true, her sides were throbbing in pain by the time she was able to cease laughter. She sighed, her breathing labored; a goofy grin plastered to her livid face.

However, all traces of humor were erased from her features when Nox detached himself from her grasp, retrieving her regrettable novel and returning to plop heartily beside her, his eyes combing over the thick cover and flimsy pages beneath. Dru's mouth gaped open, dread sweeping over her, and before she could come up with a decent, plausible excuse, Nox had pegged down what really happened. Sheesh, sometimes she could swear he knew her down to an exact science. No, perhaps it was the damn "erm," that did her in. Drury'd dug her own grave. Now she'd have to lie in it.

"No, that is NOT the reason I damn-near killed you!" She sputtered, possessing a certain ferocity that all but eliminated the embarassment she felt brewing beneath the pristine surface. Dru hastily seized back the book, resting it in the crook of her arm, a scowl finding purchase on her mouth. She resisted the urge to stick out her tongue like a five year old. "And I wasn't freakin' out over a shitty HORROR NOVEL, okay?" She fumbled in her worn, terry cloth pockets for a second, then glanced up at Nox and added -- as if it would excuse her -- "I've just had a little too much to drink."

Okay, that was a lie. Truth was, Drury hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol that night, as hard as it was to believe, but it seemed like the intelligent thing to say, and definitely the simplest to explain. Her thin fingers finally clutched what she'd been searching for, and she swiftly fished a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, feeling unimaginable relief as she lit it with a cheap, gas station lighter and allowed the smoke entrance to her mouth.

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