THREAD: Lolita & Parker
Who: Lolita & Parker When: Jan. 14th, late evening Where: One of the Art Studios What: Parker is worried about Lola
It had been a few weeks since the safe return of some of the missing students. Lolita and the others had been in the hospital for almost two weeks before they had been allowed to return home or to the school. Of course there had been therapy and each of the returned students were still required to attend therapy provided by the school and the resident Psychologist, Dr. Love. In the grand scheme of things, Lola had gotten off easy. She'd been beaten and tortured, but she hadn't been raped. At least she had that small consolation. And she couldn't un-see the horrors she'd witnessed. But since coming home Lola had just smiled at everyone and assured them she was fine, but the edges of her smile didn't quite meet her eyes. Her sister had tried to get her to open up, but Lola had just kept telling her she was fine, she didn't want to talk about it. It was over now.
And of course the police and the school had questions about motive, what exactly did they want? What did they do? Lola couldn't really piece it together and so she just said she couldn't remember, that there were blank places in her mind. Reliving it wasn't really something she wanted to do anyway. Every time she closed her eyes she could see and hear the things she was trying not to re-live. She had a bottle of pills the doctor gave her to help her sleep and it helped most of the time, sending the unicorn into dreamless sleep.
That morning though she had been drawn to one of the isolated art studios, leaving a note for Lyri in their dorm that if she needed her that was where she was. Jaks had called her three times in the hours she'd been here and Lola had finally told her she was turning her phone off if she called her one more time. She knew her older sister was worried, but she couldn't take the over protectiveness right now. Or the guilt on everyone's face when they looked at her. She'd been told Parker had tried to visit once when she was in the hospital and then again after a few times, but she avoided him. She didn't know if she could keep it together around him.
The pink haired unicorn had music on as she painted, loud angry heavy music that normally would have set her her nerves on edge but seemed to be the only thing that she could stand at the moment. There were two [ ONE | TWO ] finished paintings along the wall, much darker then her normal surrealist portraits. If Dr. Love ever saw them, she'd probably get quite a peek into her current psyche. The current project was almost done, needing only more shading and possibly more color. As it was the only colors that stood out was the pale pink of the girl's hair, similar to her own and her blue eyes, which were different then Lola's golden ones. The scars on the subject's face mirrored her own, something she had been told should fade and wouldn't be an everyday reminder of her ordeal.
She was leaning in shading when she heard someone enter the art space. Without looking up she called out "This space is taken." The pink haired girl had no idea what time it was, but she didn't really want to share space, not when there were plenty of spaces at this school. Finally she looked up and expected to find her sister or Lyri. Instead it was Parker. Surprise colored her eyes and she didn't know what to say. She knew he was worried. And her current appearance wouldn't exactly put his mind at ease. Lola's loose fitting white tank top was covered in paint, as was her ripped up jeans. The wounds and bandages on her arms and throat were obvious and she turned away to grab the black hooded sweat shirt she hurriedly put on, but not before he could see the angry deep stitches along her back and shoulders, like some thing with razor blades for fingers had sliced her skin. Lola zipped it up as she avoided looking at him.
"I'm fine," she said softly. It was a lie that hung heavy in the air between them. But really what did either of them expect he could do? Lolita looked up at him and forced a smile on her lips as she brushed her hair out of her face absently, accidentally brushing up against the star shaped birthmark and a sudden wave of nausea hit her. Even though her horn wasn't visible, the fact that they had broken it almost in half had made that mark super sensitive and she occasionally had migraines. Her gold eyes closed a moment and she held onto the easel for a moment.
"I'm okay," she said softly, although if it was to him or her wasn't entirely clear.