TY (Trinity Young) (metallic_angel) wrote in freedem_uni, @ 2010-10-24 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #interaction, touya sasaki, ty (trinity young) |
Who: Ty & Touya
What: Relapse.
Where: Mallet Dorms - Front porch/steps
When: December 24th, 2009 - 8pm
Rating: PG? (Language)
Status: Open/In progress
A hand rubbed over her face, deforming it slightly under the push of her hand. First rubbing at her eyes before pinching her nose and fingers ran over her lips, tugging at the bottom one for a moment before letting it shift back into place when released. Yup, another one. Every year. Like clockwork. She shifted uncomfortably in the dress she wore. Why the RA hadn't taken it off yet, she still wasn't sure. Maybe she was caught in a world between where she had been and where she could go in this moment, but moving into the dorms seemed... unnatural right now, but at the same time, so did returning. A pack of smokes laid in the lap of the dress, the package half crushed and open. It was an old pack, the cigarettes were sure to be stale and after managing to not smoke in... what, months? Ty was sure it was going to taste like shit. Or at least she hoped it would. The clutch leaned against her hip, still opened from retrieving the pack from it just a moment before.
Sighing she looked around. Snow had covered the ground just a few days before. Just a few days before she had called out a bunch of people to come running around and play games in the snow like a bunch of kids. Weren't they just a bunch of kids really? Being thrust into some dark disgusting world that none of them ever really knew existed or wanted to know about? The hand from before raised again, fingers caressing across her brow, opposing the flow of the eyebrow hair before slipping down to rub her eyes again. The chill was settling into her skin, anger had made it subside earlier but the longer she sat out here the more she was beginning to feel it, as if her temper was receiving a literal 'cooling down'.
Eyes slipped up to the ridiculous bracelet. Why was she wearing this still? The mutant let out a low groan, followed by a puff of air, which was visible due to the temperature of the night, as she sat on the front steps of the dorms. Another glance was given to the pack of cigarettes in her lap before both hands, working in unison, scooped them up and tapped one out. Sighing she held the cancer stick up, filter between index and middle fingers, thumb lightly touching the end to help steady it before she shifted again, the other stupid wrist ornament making her search for a lighter more difficult than it all ready was. Finally finding it she pulled the lighter out, half frowning as she did so reminded her of the other annoyance. The small circle band aid on her nose to cover up the nose ring hole.
That was it, the last straw as her temper flared again and she muttered in Italian. A slight growl slipped from her as the filter was placed between lips and one hand cupped over the end of the cigarette to help protect the flame from the lighter. With a inhale smoke filled her lungs and the lighter was capped, being dropped back in the clutch with the lightest of 'thunk' like noises as elbows moved to rest on her knees, chin resting in one hand. A light cough was given but the discomfort was really minimal.
Why she even bothered with this whole mess she wasn't even sure at the moment. Of course she wasn't going to be listened to, she never was. Her opinion was asked but never accepted or understood. Head tilted back to look up at the night sky slightly as one hand balled into a fist. Was it possible to feel more insignificant right now? It was hard to imagine. Another drag of the smoke was taken and released into the night air slowly. She could feel the rush of chemicals in her system and a little part of her relaxed, gave into the slight surge of happy chemicals. Why she had even bothered trying to quit smoking before Christmas seemed like the stupidest thing in the world right now, of course she wouldn't be able to. Holding it off to the side, thumb flicked at the filter of the cancer stick to shake off any lose ash as she held the butt away from her self. A crestfallen look crossed her face... Maybe she was just doomed to be a failure at one thing after the next. It was really beginning to be hard to see otherwise as of late.
Maybe if she just... left. Things would be easier.