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Tweak says, "Balls."

JoAnne Ichabod (eyeofnewt) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-04-19 02:58:00

Who: Jo & OPEN OPEN
What: reading, er... sorta
Where: hufflepuffle common room
When: Sunday morning, early
Rating: ---

She couldn't fall back to sleep. It was four am or other insane hour. It didn't make a difference, really, the exact time. It was too early to be awake, yet her body had decided to boycott sleep without her permission. Criminal. A noise woke her, of that she was almost sure. At first her skin had broken out into a sweat - was this the moment the killer would assault her? As she continued to psyche herself out, she enjoyed the rapid pound her of heartbeat. Then five or so minutes passed and she knew that if a killer had indeed come into her room, he (or she) deemed her not appealing enough. Part of her wanted to take it as an insult.

After hastily tying her old dressing gown around herself, Jo stumbled out of the circular shaped door leading from her dorm out to the tunnel-like hallway. It was instances like these that she thought dear ol' Helga took the badger stuff too literally. They didn't need their rooms to resemble fucking burrows. Did badgers even burrow or was the just beavers? Wait, beavers built dams. Fuck, and Care of Magical Creatures was supposed to be the subject she was good at.

Jo nabbed a magazine off one of the tables near the fireplace before plopping herself down into a squishy, ink black armchair. It was Witch Weekly, which she thought of as blabbering dribble. But then a thought suddenly flourished in her mind... maybe WW was more enjoyable reading upside down?

It took a few moments of manuevering to spin herself with her feet pointed toward the ceiling. Though her eyes now wouldn't focus to make out the words - thus making reading pointless - the feel of blood rushing to her head had sort of a soothing thrill to it. I so am going to be commited one day, she mused.

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shortwavelength
2009-04-19 08:56 am UTC (link)

Violet woke that night, which was the first very disconcerting thing to happen to her. Once she actually allowed herself to fall asleep, she was usually immovable and soundless as a rock. Why tonight bore the exception was the second disconcerting thing that forced her to lie staring into the dark in her own four-poster, wrapped a thousand times in twisted and bundled covers and looking more like a burrito than a girl. Perhaps it was due to the novel nature some recent late-night thinking, she thought before taking a moment to listen. The thinness of the night air betrayed a creak here and a faint thump there - all originating from the common room.

Rolling over into a sitting position, Vi felt her head lighten for a moment. She freed herself from her warm covery nest and padded onto the cool floor, toes curling uncomfortably. Freezing on her second step, she turned her head slowly toward her wand, which poked out from the empty niche where a long-lost bed knob might have been. In one swift movement, as if she were embarrassed to be joining the paranoia party, Violet snatched it up and slackened it in her hand before creeping over to pass into the hallway. She felt five years old, like she was in some elaborately timed contest with the monsters in the dark where movements had to be concealed for strategic purposes, at least until she reached the next room with a light on.

However, what Violet stumbled upon in the common room, rather than and much preferable to the bogey man, was a pair of legs, dangling in the air upside-down behind the back of one of the large black sofas around the fireplace. The girl couldn't help but laugh, though she lately suppressed it enough to save her sleeping housemates from this waking weirdness. Or maybe to save it for herself.

"Is this some kind of insomnia technique I've never heard of?" She raised her wand, but only to tap at the side of her head as she shifted her weight onto one foot, shoulders slumping at a kilter as if she were scoping the scene from a good few feet back for a good shot. She almost wished she'd armed herself with her camera rather than her wand. The former always proved more personally satisfactory.

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eyeofnewt
2009-04-19 10:03 pm UTC (link)

Hmm... lying upside down doesn't help reading the quiz answers that are written upside down. Who knew?

Jo heard soft foot falls as she turned the page to something that sounded more promising than a quiz entitled, Is He Really Not Interested or Just Playing Hard to Get? She snorted. Blokes don't play hard to get. There was only one thing hard about them, and well, it was to just about the easiest thing access she could think of.

The foot falls continued, scaring her for a brief moment. They were much to light for someone who she'd think of as a killer. If the killer was a pixie vampire maybe (oh, how her father is going to pay for convincing her that Twilight would be a good read!), but otherwise someone of that weight she could surely take.

"Is this some kind of insomnia technique I've never heard of?" a voice asked once the foot steps had ceased. Jo knew it was one of the sixth years, the blonde who matched her previous pixie description to exactly. For some reason she could never remember the girl's true name.

"I figured anything is worth a shot. I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

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shortwavelength
2009-04-19 10:21 pm UTC (link)

"Don't be sorry for that, you probably just provided the entertainment peak of the night."

Violet had expected something maybe more sinister than the makings of a decent one-woman acrobatic act, which conjured up a few entertaining images of sequined magazines and huge sofa nets in her mind. A sleepy grin crept across her lips, a bit of the brightness of the day returning to her slumber-softened eyes as she crossed the floor to plop down upon an adjacent sofa. The dark cushions threatened to swallow her as she shifted into Indian-style comfort and placed an elbow on its arm, tilted head leaning into her palm.

"You didn't wake me, anyway, I think I'm the one doing the sleeping wrong lately. Eh...JoAnna, right?" Well, she was close. Her eyes traveled from the somewhat familiar face to the right-side-up copy of Witch Weekly, squinting impatiently to adjust to the low light.

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eyeofnewt
2009-04-22 02:37 pm UTC (link)

"JoAnna, yes." she said, declining to reciprocate since she doubted that and you're blonde pixie? was a polite response. Jo bent her legs until her knees rested against her chest before rolling backwards, hitting the floor with a graceless THUD. "I'm I could be a source of amusment. I feel like I should proclaim 'ta-da!'" She laughed.

"Since you could sleep either, maybe the killer has changed it's tactics? Murdering the school via insomnia... killing students one sleepless night at a time!" Her lips morphed into a grin as she thought of that fanatical headline. It could easily be a Rita Skeeter exclusive. "Unless you're here to kill me?" She asked roguishly with a raised eye brow.

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