From none more cynical Who: Dalila, Jaws (NPC) and Rico Where: Palminteri home When: After school
Dalila's unpleasant mood had started when she had gotten pulled aside after the school assembly about tolerance - fat chance of that really happening, I can hear what you're all really thinking - to be informed that her choice of skirt was too short by school standards and had she paid no attention at all to the student handbook? The answer was hell no, of course she had never read that thing. Did they really think that every student was going to sit and comb through those pages so they could cling to the ridiculous rules like some sort of lifeline? No. But apparently she had broken code and, instead of being sent home to change, she was given 'permission' to wear a pair of pants that she was positive came straight out of the 40's and oh god she had heard the things people thought when they looked at them. She was never going to wear a skirt to school again just on the off-chance that she would get stuck in those again. Adequate punishment, school-rulers. Point for you. Their coffee was going to be frozen into slushy form for the next month at the least. Dalila was very good at holding grudges and if anyone wanted to know why she would point at her dad. Let them figure it out from there. Had he been there then he would have brought her a change of clothes right away and probably ripped someone a new one for telling his daughter how to dress. Or that was just how Dalila liked to imagine it in her head. Reality was probably something else entirely, but reality sort of sucked.
Her bad mood had only gotten worse when she had come home and gone to clean her room. It was not 'a mess' like her mom claimed, it was just a little disorganized and in the process of organizing it she had come across the box that she stored under her bed which contained her CDs and CD player that never came out for the most obvious reasons in the world. Yet if anyone else looked at it they would never know Dalila had stopped listening to music - right on top was an unopened CD she had gotten late last month when it came out. She had liked Imogen Heap before her accident and when she found out that they were releasing a new CD she had still gone to the mall to get it. She wanted to listen to it so bad, but the only way to do that was if someone else would for her. And their hearing had to be really good and they had to pay attention or else what was even the point? She would have wasted effort and time on both their parts. Her mom was no good, she never liked Dalila's music and she did not think that she could deal with her sister right then. Which left Rico. He did have really good hearing and she was sure that he would rather do this for her than his homework.
'SO GO GET HIM.'
Do you really need to shout all the time?
'I'M NOT SHOUTING.'
God help my poor brain if you ever decide to then. Dalila rolled her eyes in the direction of her familiar's bowl, where he was busy blowing yet another bubble nest at the top - why he persisted when she had told him there were going to be no babies she had no idea - and pushed herself to her feet, CD in hand. Brushing back her hair she padded out of her room and down the hall to Rico's. She knocked once on his door before pushing it open and pushed her head in, pretty positive that she was not interrupting anything since she had peeked into his head first. "You got like an hour to spare?" She held the CD up and wriggled it at him. "I want to listen to this like, right now would be great. Today was an express delivery from hell. I just need you and your ears."