Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-02 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | daisy hookum, stubby boardman |
RP Thread: Daisy and Stubby
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY daisyaubergine)
Who: Daisy Hookum and Stubby
Where: 6th Floor Corridor
When: The evening of October 1st
What: Crazy Daisy has no friends :(
Rating: tbd
It had seemed to Daisy that crying herself to sleep for yet another night was becoming a little too trite; after all, she did like to keep her roommates on her toes. So rather than facing any sort of scrutiny, she left the Ravenclaw Tower all-together; she put on her bravest face as she walked through Commons to the portal.
She had been effectively- though certainly not technically, as they had never been "dating"- dumped by Landon. She had made a serious miscalculation when she decided to take on the world in a misanthropic effort to call everyone out on their egocentric existences. She had counted on the fact that Landon liked her, and would stick by her. But now, he liked someone else above her and she had absolutely no one.
The tears had been steadily coming ever since Daisy had penned her final admonition to Landon. She knew that what she was writing was absolutely absurd- she had never once seriously thought that he was using her- but the hurt that she felt overwhelmed any good sense that she might've had. No, friendship was not an option- not in the near future at least. She realized, as she wandered, that she had not been very smart in the way she handled this blow; it was complete self-sabotage to eliminate the one friendship she had. And knowing this did nothing to alleviate the terrible feeling she had, nor the crying that did not seem to cease.
She found herself walking along a corridor on the sixth floor, with no real knowledge of how she had arrived there. She sniffled a bit, marveling at how she didn't have to think about traveling around the castle any more. It had been her second home for the better part of four years, and not a single soul living there would've care if she disappeared all together. She bit down hard on her lip, wishing that she could just vanish, leaving no trace behind of her bitter and meaningless life. Every step she took suddenly became heavier and heavier until she had to collapse against the wall next to a particularly large suit of armor.
She brought her knees up to her chest, mashing her face in her hands. Her rasping, rattling sobs echoed through the deserted corridor. She was alone, and it had never felt worse.
It was a good night to play piano. What with half - no, most - of the school in a tizzy over the ball that had been announced, Stubby figured there was no better time than the present to escape with some music. Besides, he hadn't played on the grand in the choir room since he returned to school and that was a crime, he was rather sure. Not that he would really voice these things. If anyone asked Stubby, that sort of thing was obvious.
However, that was what brought him to the sixth floor corridor. With his bag over his shoulder and his music lovingly placed inside of it, he was ready to go and play some music. It was getting too cold for him to sit in the courtyard and play with his guitar, so he knew that he was going to have to slide into his piano playing for the winter quite gracefully. His mind was already going over the dozens of songs he could play once he got there - only to be interrupted by what sounded like someone crying.
Stubby stopped where he was, his brow furrowed slightly as he glanced down an otherwise deserted corridor. Yes, there was a girl there..and she was unmistakingly crying. Not being the sort to just leave someone crying as he was Stubby, after all, his mind forgot about music for a brief moment and he hurried to where the girl was before flopping down next to her. He didn't know who it was, but he didn't think that really mattered. She was obviously upset and he had to do something. Turning slightly, he gave her a sideways look and waited for her to say something.
In her anguish, Daisy didn't notice the sound of approaching footsteps echoing off the stone tile, and by the time that she did, it was too late for escape. An unknown body was sitting beside her, quite all at once, and it was enough to momentarily shock the tears out of her.
She released her wet face from her hands in order to see exactly who had so boldly decided to interrupt her, or console her. She could hardly recognize the tilted face through her watery eyes. She shuffled in the opposite direction, finding that the suit of armor was keeping her determinately barricaded in. She took a few involuntary gasps of air in while she sloppily wiped the wet away from her eyes. She felt disgusting, and certainly wasn't up to handling people- especially a presumptuous stranger that sat a little too close.
"What-" She gasped, "What do you want?" She said in a hoarse, watery voice.
"I got bored walkin' and I figured here'd be a good enough place to settle on down," Stubby shrugged, lounging back slightly as though he wasn't phased that she was sitting there - although he was obviously staring at her out of the corner of his eye. Being the oldest of too many and then having them all be sisters, Stubby had a habit of falling into that Big Brother Mode all too often and even with people he didn't know let alone was related to.
However, it only took him a moment to give up that half-arsed charade and continue, "You're cryin'." Yeah, it was obvious and he half expected that she'd slap him for being so blunt. "I'd have to be near heartless not to stop an' see if there was somethin' I could do for you." He paused and raised an eyebrow. "Is there?"
Daisy sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. He must've though that she looked revolting with her eyes all puffy and red, her nose running down her face- like a wailing infant. So she kept her eyes determinately away from him, hoping that he wouldn't look at her too much.
"I don't know," she said dismissively. Her breathing was still quite uneven. "I don't think so." No, there was nothing to be done in her situation. She was trapped in a prison of her own making, and she would have to find a way out by herself, she thought. After all, people had failed her consistently, and there was no sense in confiding in a stranger.
It occurred to her that it was this sort of thinking that had gotten her into all of this trouble in the first place. Her faith in her peers had all but evaporated, but she would need it if she ever wanted to find happiness for the coming years. She was, quite literally, stuck with them- as she now was with this person. She needed to teach herself to trust other people.
She looked up at him, her features were set into a miserable, yet sober expression. "Everyone hates me," she said simply.