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Michael Abbott (particularity) wrote in incanesco_rpg,
@ 2011-07-14 00:46:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, michael abbott, robert bones

Who: Michael Abbott & Robert Bones
What: A Walk Before Sleeping to Calm a Foul Mood
When: Just Before Curfew, Wednesday, October 13 (backdated)
Where: A Basement Corridor
Rating: SFW
Status: In Progress

It wasn't anyone's fault, Michael's bad mood. He new it, and he would never be the sort to blame anyone. It killed him that Aaron and Hyperion and Teddy were grating on his every last nerve, driving him to madness. Aaron was just trying to make him feel included. His asking if he wanted to be part of the group Halloween costume was nice in and of itself; they could have, after all, just left him out entirely. He'd have to decline now, of course. Halloween was ruined already and it was still the better part of the month away. Long story short? He was a prat. A friendless prat. Just like he deserved for being so awful and bland and boring and moody.

He got up wordlessly from his bed where he'd been stretched out and didn't say a word to any of his dorm mates. Tugging his robes on over his nightshirt, tucking his wand into the place inside his robes where it always was, he rushed out of the seventh year Hufflepuff boys' dorm as quickly and quietly as he could. He didn't want to answer any questions, didn't want to talk to anyone. It shouldn't have gotten to this point, yet it had, and he felt worse for it. Really, he was frustrated, hurt, and confused, and as he was generally a quiet and introverted sort of person he just couldn't handle so many emotions pumping through his system at once. Fight or flight had kicked in, but it wasn't so much an "or" as it was in normal people as it was an "and;" he wanted to get as far away from people as he possibly could, and yet his wand hand was absolutely yearning to start casting spells left and right at just about anyone and anything.

Absolutely fleeing, trying to clear his head, he walked briskly, his eyes on the ground, until the tiles stopped looking quite so familiar. Having taken a number of twists and turns along the way he wasn't quite sure where he'd ended up, but at least it wasn't his dorm room. Teeth clenched, he reached into the front of his robes and whipped out his wand as quickly as he could. Michael had a fondness for learning hexes and jinxes despite the fact that he seldom used them. He had every intention of casting something nasty at an innocent nearby wall, but he let out a long sigh then took a deep breath. There was no point. Instead, he decided to do something useful: practice.

"Protego," he whispered with a bit of a sigh, and a bright, transparent blue sort of light formed a shield in front of him, his eyes opening so he could gaze at the spell and appreciate its simple beauty.

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rattlebones
2011-07-14 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Robbie laughed. "You're not acting like a brat or a little girl, Michael. I'm flattered you trusted me enough to tell me how you're feeling." He started up a flight of stairs, fingers trailing up the handrail as he looked at Michael. "There's nothing wrong with feeling bad, I promise. Everyone feels bad about themselves sometimes. And there's nothing wrong with telling people, either, especially not if they want to know. The only thing that's bad is bottling everything up. That'll drive you nuts if you keep it up too long."

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particularity
2011-07-15 03:02 am UTC (link)

Michael had talked because he frankly felt like he had nothing to lose. He was friends with Robbie, but he wasn't the caliber of friends that he was with, say, Teddy or Hyperion or Aaron. They didn't share a room, too, which had a lot to do with it. He felt like safe territory for reasons unknown. As he followed Robbie he simply nodded. He had trusted him enough to tell him how he was feeling. That was true.

"I do bottle things up." As if Robert didn't know. Still, at least he could accept it. "I don't know...I can't be any other way. I don't want to be a bother with my emotions to anyone. So I just keep stuffing things down and stuffing things down. But sometimes I can't quite keep it all down. And it comes bubbling back up. Like tonight. still, I think I'd rather not bother anybody. This isn't so bad a way to be I don't think."

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rattlebones
2011-07-15 06:52 am UTC (link)

"Maybe you're right. Still, call me a hypocrite, but I don't believe it's healthy." Robbie knew the school well, and there was a shorter way... he turned down a narrow corridor at the top of the stairs, chewing on his lip. "Look, Michael, I'm sorry if this is starting to sound like a lecture. I don't mean to say you're in the wrong. I just don't like to see you upset, that's all."

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particularity
2011-07-16 03:10 am UTC (link)

"I won't call you any such thing. That would be rude, and my goal isn't to upset or offend you." Sarcasm and jokes and figures of speech were usually lost on Michael when he was in a serious mood, and it seemed that this one went way, way over his head. "But...don't worry about sounding like a lecture. I've been lectured plenty. Sometimes it really helps."

Not one who was particularly familiar with shortcuts as he just stuck to ways that he found tried and true, Michael didn't quite recognize the corridor that they were turning down. He clenched his fists in his pockets, fingernails digging into his palms as he felt a wave of nerves wash over him. "You never answered me, though, Robbie. Where are we going...?"

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rattlebones
2011-07-17 09:47 pm UTC (link)

The Owlery had a very distinct smell. Most people didn't like it much - any room where that many birds spent that much time was always likely to smell a little rank - but Robbie honestly didn't mind it much. It smelt quite a lot like the barn attic back home. That smell was in the air now, so he decided the secret was probably not worth keeping.

"We're just heading to the Owlery," he answered Michael, turning back over his shoulder as he started up the steps. "There's something I want to show you there."

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