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Tweak says, "Why not me?"

whistle_willow (whistle_willow) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-02-28 19:32:00

Entry tags:

a.ives, c. westbane

Who: Art and Claire
What: Venting out some personal differences
When: Sunday Evening
Where: Empty Classroom
Rating:

Originally they were meeting for Herbology tutoring, but Claire had been terribly odd lately it was starting to freak Art out, and she was even wondering the girl would show up. Art was never one for social skills, great with boys, and shitty with mates, but Claire was usually well laid back, that's why they got along so well.

Art was quite puzzled but she decided to wait and see. So she sat at the corner, and took out her newest obsession, Shakespeare, not exactly new, but it was exciting to say the least, and it was comforting to read such a master. She buried her head through the pages of <i>Otelo</i> letting the master of world envelope her mind apart from immediate trouble, was she in trouble? She didn't even know, so far all signs said yes.

Tic Tack, now it was all left to Claire.

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whistle_willow
2009-03-02 09:27 pm UTC (link)

She was blown away by Claire’s sudden change of mind; it wasn’t just a change of mind: she was bailing out on her.

Art now felt insulted, she’d had rescheduled her afternoon in order to have time for the tutoring, and she’d picked the books and all. It wasn’t bloody fair, and Claire was acting too bloody strange, whatever the fuck it was she needed to solve it out. She grabbed the girl's wrist to prevent her from just running off.

“Claire what the fuck is going on with you?” So Art was usually tamed and patient, but come on, this was getting ridiculous, if it was about Wes she could well damn say it and end with the whole deal. She hoped the question had enough implications for Claire to get that she was getting pissed off, and that whatever the fuck it was it had to end now.

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clairefree
2009-03-02 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Claire yelped when Art restrained her, bruised flesh still tender. She moved towards the other girl to try and alleviate the pain.

"Fuck, Art." A hiss of words as she jerked her arm back, rubbing the skin gently. "Nothing is going on with me," she answered, eyes dark and angry. Claire wasn't angling for a confrontation; in reality she thought that bringing up the reason for her mood was petty and immature. But that had hurt she was riled up enough to want to make Art know that.

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whistle_willow
2009-03-03 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Art removed her hand as soon as she heard Claire's yelp, fuck, how could she have guessed there would be a bruise in that exact spot?

The girl was clearly furious, eyeing her like she'd just hit her or something, and Art wasn't going to allow that. They were bloody mates, and she was so pissed off now, that whatever it was she'd pop it out, it would be like a band-aid right? Quick and painless? Okay maybe not but she'd be angry the rest of the day if she didn't give it a try.

"So all this isn't about me and Wes screwing?" it probably wasn't to prudential, who cared? things were already messed.

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