Viva Tarintino (the_mane_event) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2012-08-05 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, darragh st. laurent, viva tarintina |
Thread: Viva & Darragh
Who: Viva Tarintina & Darragh St. Laurent
When: Sunday, August 5th, around 7pm.
Where: London! The Olympic Village. Viva's room.
What: Viva was eliminated from the Equestrian show jumping. She's pretty devastated. Darragh goes to cheer her up. Or something.
Rating: Low. So we think. Or hope.
Open: Nope.
Viva was devastated. Her dreams of an Olympic medal were dashed to pieces on the floor. She had two rails in her second run. Maybe she had been too over confident, maybe everyone was right and she had just choked. The first rail had caught her by surprise, Lucy clipped it with her back hind, kicking out more then she usually did. That wasn't what had made her so upset with herself. The first rail had rattled her and she rode too deep to the Big Ben oxer a couple fences later, and Lucy had caught it on the descent with her back hind again. They had finished with a decent time, but it didn't matter, as she knew she would end up eliminated by the end of the day. It was true she hadn't done the worst of the whole USA equestrian team, but she was so disappointed in herself and felt like she had let so many people down. Viva had put on a brave face for the rest of the afternoon, taking care of Lucy, pampering her horse, before she quietly slipped away to the room she had in one of the places in the Olympic Village built in London just for this occasion.
Once in her hotel room, she had let the tears come, in the shower, where no one could hear her. She was the youngest equestrian rider in the games, EVER and she had totally failed. She had let her mother down, her family, friends, fans, and an entire COUNTRY. And then there was Darragh. As much as he was a hard ass to her, and the fact that they were very rarely in agreement, his opinion of her mattered a great deal. And he was her trainer. The pink haired vampire got out of the shower, dressed in something comfortable and contemplated ordering in some room service, not at all caring that it was all the things she wasn't supposed to be eating. She had lost the Olympics, what could have possibly been worse then that? She deserved some fatty foods for all that. No...she deserved LOTS of chocolate. Picking up the phone she ordered every dessert that called to her and a bottle of red wine. It reached her room rather quickly and she camped out on the bed, fighting back tears again at another wave of emotion hit her. Instead she shoveled a large forkful of chocolate mousse into her mouth and flicked on the TV, looking for the cheesiest made for TV romance movie she could find. Satisfied in that endeavor, she settled back and ate her chocolate mousse, ignoring her own tears running down her face, making her eyes itchy and puffy. A knock on the door was answered with a loud, "Go away, I'm fine!" Another abrupt knock on the door had her moving from her nest on the bed of pillows and to the door, knowing before she opened it who it was. Darragh. Only he would come to check on her.
Viva opened the door, not caring that she looked like a drowned rat with wet pink hair and blonde hair, dressed in a crop top and low sweats that showed the top of her lacy panties, showing off her athletic form more then she had ever shown Darragh. She didn't say anything, just let the door swing open and then turned and walked back to her nest of pillows and blankets, and her chocolate mousse, not meeting his eyes.