Samantha Parkington (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-25 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {matt prept, {samantha parkington |
Samantha's arrival
Characters: Samantha Parkington and Matt Prept
When: Sunday evening
Location: Car 11 corridor
Warnings: Likely none
Summary: Samantha smacks her head into a potential dance partner, passes out, and wakes up... where, exactly?
"Come on, Nellie, of course your dance card is going to be empty if you sit on the side of the ballroom all evening." Samantha Parkington sighed, hands on her hips in a most unladylike manner as she confronted her cousin. It was the last dance of the season, and Nellie wanted to dance with Everett Spaulding. No, she hadn't exactly said so, but Samantha was no idiot. She'd seen her cousin mooning across the dance floor at him, thinking she had no chance because... Samantha didn't know why, but she did know that Nellie needed to stand up and talk to the Amherst men if she had any hope of dancing with Everett.
"I like my dance card empty," Nellie said stubbornly, fiddling with the clasp on her bag. "I'm dreadful at dancing, I'd just make a fool of myself." Samantha was about to protest, but she thought better of it. When Nellie was ready, she'd join the throng of students filling out their dance cards, and not a moment sooner. "All right, Nellie," Samantha conceded, giving her cousin a small smile. "But stay open to the possibilities, all right?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned around to walk toward the refreshment table. Maybe she'd be able to catch Everett and get him to talk to Nellie himself.
But she didn't get any more than one step before smacking head-on into a very tall, well-dressed young man. "Oh!" Samantha cried, wincing in pain.
"I'm sorry, miss, are you all right?" The red-haired man (more of a boy, really - this had to be his first year at Amherst) peered down at Samantha in concern and held out a gloved hand. She swatted it away - rudely, she knew, but she didn't want to be touched.
"Yes," she replied, a little too curtly. Truth be told, she didn't think she was all right. There was a green fog clouding her field of vision, and she closed and opened her eyes. The fog got worse, and her peripheral vision was all but gone.
"You're sure?" the man asked worriedly, reaching out again to take her elbow. Samantha blinked again. And again. And again. And she closed her eyes, she was sure she'd be able to open them in just a -
They flew open, and Samantha was aware of a dull ache on the back of her head, too. "Oh, wonderful," she muttered sarcastically. Now she'd gone and done it! Drawn attention to Nellie, but in all the wrong ways! Even the band had stopped playing out of horror for what had happened. Samantha groaned and sat up - and looked around, really looked around for the first time.
She was sitting on the floor in a narrow corridor, not unlike one in the trains she'd ridden around Europe with Grandmary. And there wasn't a soul in sight. "Hello?" Samantha asked quietly, wincing as she turned her head to look around. Had some Amherst boys simply hauled her into some hallway to recover? How barbaric! Not even a cold cloth for her head! Suddenly incensed, Samantha called again, louder this time. "Hello?" she yelled angrily, rubbing her head. She was certain her hair was ruined.