Jillian Valance (seeyouseeme) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-09-14 23:49:00 |
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Current mood: | infuriated |
Entry tags: | ita, jillian |
Week 17 - Thursday
Who: Jillian and Ita
Where: Ita's Room
When: Thursday, After Class
Once her last class was finished, Jillian headed over to House Aquatic. The day hadn't really done anything to alleviate her mood, and she'd skipped Supernatural History because she was certain that if she saw a certain werecreature she'd throw something. Jillian hurt everywhere. She had bruises in places she didn't know could bruise. Her arms were covered in scrapes from her jog through the forest and her side and hip were mottled with bruises from the subsequent tackle and fall.
She didn't know what she'd done to piss Caibre off, but she was certain it was really more of a situation of wrong place, wrong time. The full moon was close, so she didn't really know if all the weres in this place went nuts or if he was just a special case. Jillian had been warned that there would be some people here who didn't much care for humans, but she hadn't been warned that some people here would chase them and pitch them off of cliffs for fun.
Not that she'd expect anyone to warn her about that. Instead, she'd ended up bruised and with a cold from her underwater adventure, so she was going to visit Ita to see if her friend could help her. She'd have to write this incident off and hopefully it wouldn't happen again. She'd just avoid the woods this close to a full moon next time. Raising her hand, she knocked on Ita's door and then waited, resting her forehead against the cool wood.
C'mon, Ita, open up. She wanted chicken soup, and mostly she just wanted to vent. She was angry, but she was alive. A little scared, more than a little pissed off, but alive. She wondered if she should really be thankful, or if Caibre was all talk. She didn't particularly want to find out though.