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Tweak says, "I DON'T KNOW!"

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
2009-03-05 10:55 pm UTC (link)

That had been bloody low. For a second Art froze in a cold anger, the sort of fury that won't even let you think straight. Claire had gone too damn far, yes Art had been imprudent and impulsive with her tongue, but this was meant specifically to hurt her.

"Darling if you didn't give a shit who I fuck, you wouldn't go crawling with you tail between your legs over Wes dear" Art could be a bitch sometimes, and this was definitely a time to give it a go, and make the 'dear' echo in Claire's head. "And just so you know love, if I'm planning marriage, then what are you planning sweetie? Rumour is you been with every guy that crosses your path, call out for desperate? Maybe Wes isn't so interested in such an easy darling"

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clairefree
2009-03-06 02:13 pm UTC (link)

For a moment Claire was shocked into silence. Rumour had it? She hadn't heard anything to make her think that was true. She had a reputation, yes, but it wasn't one for being easy. On the contrary, she thought. Though perhaps it was just that she was harder to actually 'do the deed' with than others thought. There'd been rumours over the years about those she'd slept with -- a multitude of them untrue. Perhaps that was what had given rise to gossip such as that.

Claire sucked in a deep breath, taking a step forward. "You must be mistaken, Art." Her words were dark, menacing. "That's the kind of gossip that will be associated with yourself. At least I have taste."

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whistle_willow
2009-03-06 07:58 pm UTC (link)

"Oh Darling really? Your taste, your said exclusiveness includes blondie Scorpious? and that little sadist of Patrick? In a week?"

True Art shouldn't have spoke on such subject she'd done quite a deal of boys, but she was desperate it was that or throwing a punch at Claire, and she was loosing her faith on civility by the second. Claire's words have seriously wounded her pride, and after all she knew it was true, she was much more into Wes than he'd ever be into her. And the girl was intimidating, approaching her, staring into her eyes with blind fury, but Art wouldn't just back out, perhaps later she'd sob to a firewhiskey, but she'd be damned if her sensibility would get the worst of her now.

She could feel tears welling up her eyes, but instead of backing out she turned a little more aggressive.

"Do you want to know how loud he moaned my name?" Time for teasing, it was like opening Pandora's box. "Or are the marks in his neck good enough for your fantasies sweetie?"

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clairefree
2009-03-06 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Claire flinched at the last of Art's questions, eyes reflectively grazing the skin of the other girl's neck. She didn't see anything, but that didn't mean there weren't marks. And Art had apparently reciprocated. Multiple times.

It gave Claire a sense of accomplishment to have Art's eyes begin to glisten, though. The girl was completely frivilous with her affections and it almost always ended in tears. It didn't look like this was going to be an exception.

Straightening, Claire folded her arms and just watched for a moment. This was rather entertaining. "Now, who are we talking about here?" she asked, a faux puzzled expression on her face. She tapped her chin with a finger. "Because I've lost count of the number of boys you've slept with." She dropped her arms, eyes darkening. "You can't be talking about Wes, because I don't give a shit what he gets up to. If anyone appears to be put out, Arista, it's you."

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whistle_willow
2009-03-07 01:41 am UTC (link)

Art’s sense of triumph produced by Claire’s flinch was quickly turned down by her words. Still she caught a glimpse of Claire trying to find her love marks, that had to count for bloody something. So far she was doing a decent job at keeping her tears at bay, at least she hadn’t burst into crying, but she was seriously considering making a quick escape, or punching Claire in the face. She quickly shook both ideas away, if she just fled the girl would never let her forget so, and if she hit Claire…well that might work out but it just didn’t seem like a way to proceed.

She knew Claire wouldn’t let her see the effect her words were having on her, she simply knew that no matter what she said the other girl would suck it up and appear all sarky and cocky, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt her, and by this point Art just wanted to hurt her, to make her flinch in pain and cry if that was even possible.

“Oh darling you are right, how silly of me to think you’d mind about the hours we spent in the astronomy tower, or the way he moaned whenever I touched him, or how gentle he was when pressing kisses against my skin, or the sweet expression of his face when he came”

Perhaps she was letting too much on, but it was her last resource, she didn’t speak to fast though, or too desperately, she wasn’t going to be the weak side this time, her tears almost forgotten behind her eyes. No, she spoke slowly and letting the words weigh down on their own, empathizing sufficiently to make them significant.

“Certainly you won’t care about what we do tonight, sweetie” One thing she had learned though, was to retire when winning, was she even winning? Art couldn’t quite tell, but it seemed like a convenient moment to vanish from this fight, and so she grabbed her books in rapid movements, leaving no place for Claire to intervene, as she pushed everything inside her bag, still careful not to appear desperate or too put off. She swung her bag around her shoulders and stared down at Claire, if she was walking out she’d do so with her head holding high.

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clairefree
2009-03-07 04:16 am UTC (link)

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The words were out of her mouth before she'd realised it. With one fluid movement she reached up to drag her wand out of her hair, and had it directed at Art with a gentle flick. There was nothing frenzied or furious about it, just matter-of-fact and calm. But Claire's mouth dropped open as she watched the younger girl fall backwards, an equally surprised expression on Art's face. Instinct, she thought. And something really had to be done to shut her up.

She approached where Art was lying, with a small smile. "I don't mind at all what you do tonight," she murmured sweetly. "But by the look--" She paused. Another flick, and this time she didn't even have to mutter the spell (Langlock). "And sound of things you won't be getting up to very much." She rose, picking her bag up as she made her way to the door.

"Oh, and Art?" she called, half-turning. A smirk. "Thanks for the Herbology help. You're a gem." And Claire was gone.

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whistle_willow
2009-03-08 11:50 pm UTC (link)

Art froze even before the spell had hit her, bloody bitch Claire was, that was playing darn low, it was out of question, specially since Art had been mostly tame. Now she was repenting about not having punched Claire's pretty face. Her whole body became stiff as she dropped to the floor, unable to move, much less to throw the so desired punch to her face.

She could only murmur the distinct so truth word "Bitch" before Claire silenced it, if she had had any hope of saving their ever lasting friendship the girl had just ruined it. Be over Wes or whatever it was she wouldn't ever consider Claire as anything close to a friend, fuck her.

She lay prostrate on the floor, as the other girl made her way out, only hopping the spell would wear off soon enough. Art felt the tears now sliding down her cheeks, but they were hardly of sorrow, but of anger and frustration.

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