jesse dean likes twitter, jesus and his guitar. (auriferous) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-07 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, bea cartwell, jesse dean |
WHO: Jesse Dean & Bea Cartwell
WHAT: Bea interrupts his tweeting accidentally, so Jesse calls her names.
WHEN: Tuesday evening, during ~internet hours~
WHERE: Main common room.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete
While Bea could control her tail well when she wanted to, there were also times when it had a mind of its own. This happened more often when she was distracted with other things - being particularly happy could result in a wagging tail, disappointment caused a drooping one, and when she was very engrossed in something it would often flick back and forth. Since she’d started college she had discovered that one of the times this was most likely to happen was when she was studying - having her mind busy with reading or working on a particularly difficult problem meant that her tail was doing its own thing. And tonight was one of those times. While her core classes weren’t particularly difficult, Bea’s independent studies kept her busy, and this particular evening she was in the common area, doing some reading. The library didn’t really appeal to her, as she’d learned how to study in a noisy dorm at UMass, so the common room, with its constant traffic and activity appealed to her more. With her iPod next to her and earbuds in her ears she was able to focus on her assignment rather than the people coming in and out, or studying or doing other things around her, tail whipping back and forth with no real direction from her. Jesse was trying to tweet, okay? Which would have been a heck of a lot more successful if he wasn't constantly having to dodge a tail swishing back and forth, brushing against his leg and causing him to mistype '#jeah'. That was it. He swivelled in his seat, delivering the offender a frosty glare. "Yo, Monkey Girl." Engrossed in her reading and the music coming in through her earbuds Bea didn’t notice the chair turning, angry looks, or name calling. A few more paragraphs and she look up as she turned the page, noticing the guy who could turn gold looking at her and gave him a half-smile, curious why he was looking at her, but then turned back to her notes, scribbling some things down from what she’d just read. "Queen Kong," Jesse tried again, raising his voice a little after Bea returned to her notes. She scribbled on. "Yo, do you need me to like get you a banana? Can you speak English?" Bea was about to turn back to her book when she thought she heard something, looking over and seeing the other boy looking at her still. This time she removed the music from one of her ears and looked over at him curiously. “Sorry, did you say something?” she asked, tail still twitching. Finally, she was paying attention to him, which would have ordinarily placated Jesse, getting attention, but her tail brushed against his skin again. "Control your flipping tail, Bananas." “What?” she asked, and then noticed her tail and reached back to grab it. “Oh, sorry?” she said, only sounding a little sorry, bristling at the nickname. “And it’s Bea, not Bananas.” "Whatever, Bananas," he replied, shrugging dismissively and turned back to his computer screen. Bea rolled her eyes, trying to just have the comments roll off her back. It wasn’t the first time she’d been harrassed about her tail, and though she’d hope that people at IVI would be a little more understanding, but really, she figured there were assholes everywhere. Having powers didn’t make people automatically understanding. “Sure thing, asshole,” she said under her breath, and then put her headphones back in. |