| Falling down the rabbit hole |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|12:05 am] |
who: Rory Gilmore & OPEN
what: Arrival
Rory was starting to feel like maybe this whole Chilton thing was a very bad idea. It was supposed to help her get into Harvard, but so far it had only made her feel like a miserable, lonely failure. Like she wasn't smart enough and that her dream was unachievable.
Not that Paris and Tristian were helping that feeling at all. They were probably three quarters of the problem. Constantly calling her 'Mary' and finding ways to cut her down. How had anyone ever survived being the new kid in this place if this was how they were treated?
After another particularly bad run-in with Paris - the teachers seemed to want to constantly throw them together because of the close proximity of Gilmore and Geller in the alphabet - Rory had gone in search of some unused classroom so she could attempt to not be quite so pathetically behind her classmates anymore. Her heels clicked on the ancient floor as she walked down the hall looking for signs that there was a single room unoccupied. Eventually she reached a storage closet and figured that nobody would ever look for her in there.
She turned the knob and stepped inside, pulling it closed behind her while facing the door. The room seemed a lot brighter than she'd expected for well, a closet, and she turned around to find herself in what was clearly not a storage closet. Because first of all, most closets don't have windows. And most closets aren't bigger than the entire lower floor of her house in Stars Hallow. The room was not entirely out of character for the style of Chilton Academy's architecture, but she just knew she was some where else...
"Where am I?" |
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| The only thing consistant is change. |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|12:33 am] |
who: Veronica Mars & OPEN
what: Arrival
Veronica sighed as she carried the first box of her belongings from the stack in the living room of the extremely downgraded living arrangments she was now sharing with her dad and her Pit Bull puppy Backup. The apartment wasn't really that bad. It was just them, so how much space did they really need? Yet at the same time this was just the latest in a long and evergrowing list of things that had changed in her life since October and she was more than ready for it to just stop already. She needed some sort of stability... a moment to believe everything was okay. It wasn't like her dad wasn't trying. He was, but she felt like he was grasping for normal just as much as she was.
Whatever 'normal' meant, anyway. Maybe they both just needed to accept that this was the new normal. He as a disgraced former sheriff, she as the school outcast whose former friends would rather spit on her than talk to her, both devoid of the wife and mother they miss so much.
She smiled at the fact that her dad had already put up a picture of her as a little girl on the shelf by hallway as she passed it, heading for her new room. She was trying to console herself with the idea that she had the bigger room and her own bathroom, but this place wasn't home. It wasn't even really theirs and it was taking all her strength not to breakdown and cry as she reached for the doorknob. "Why did those stupid movers close the door when they brought the furniture in?" she muttered, trying to balance the box as she opened the door.
What greeted her on the other side was so not the room she remembered the real estate agent showing them last week. Unless her new bedroom was all of the sudden the forest. Last she checked the ocean should be outside her bedroom window. Beach - sand, sun, surf... maybe some rocks... that would make sense if part of the building had fallen off in an earthquake she didn't remember happening... but a forest?
"What the hell?" she breathed, turning to go find her father only to find the doorway somehow gone. "Uh... okay... not good," she said, adjusting her grip on the box she was carrying as she decided to continue forward in the hopes of finding someone. A few minutes later she came across a worn-down building... but not one that looked totally abandoned. Taking a breath she put her box down by the door and pushed it open, heading inside.
"Hello?" she called out, "Is there anybody here?!"
Maybe she should try to find a phone? |
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| Lonely Girl |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|12:58 am] |
who: Summer Roberts & OPEN
what: Arrival
Summer rolled her eyes and clicked off her cellphone as she flopped onto her bed. "Way to answer your phone, Coop." All she wanted was some place to escape the stepmonster while her dad was out of town and her best friend couldn't even be bothered to pick up the phone?
Summer loved to shop, but she didn't see how the people running the mall were about to let her stay there for like, 72 hours or whatever. They eventually had to close and no way could she sleep there. Or shower there. And not showering for more than a day? Eww. Just eww.
"Looks like I need a new plan," she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "I could go bug Cohen and hope Marissa's there with Ryan?" Pass. Who wants to spend their afternoon hanging out with Cohen the Comic Book Geek? "I could... lay here and rot or go enjoy the beach for a while."
Pushing herself up off the bed she got up and gathered things to go to the beach. Going alone was a little pathetic, but less pathetic than laying in her room feeling sorry for herself that anyone she actually wanted to spend time with was totally MIA.
She headed down the hall to at least make sure she told her stepmoster she was leaving - so that the barely coherent supposed parent couldn't claim she didn't later - but didn't get any response when she knocked on the door. She turned and went to check her hair in the guest bathroom mirror and found the door stuck. She pushed and pulled until it finally popped free and she tumbled not into the bathroom, but the dirt in front of a two-storey building that looked extremely out of place for Newport. She didn't really trouble herself with why it was in her house, because she was too confused by its presence to start with.
"Well, at least I'm not in like, Chino or something," she commented with a shrug. She hadn't wanted to be at home anyway.
She pushed open the front door to the place and was suprised by how cozy it all seemed. "Uh... hi?" she called out, wandering to a comfy chair and pulling out her magazine. |
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