Prior Incantato (prior_incantato) wrote in normalcyrpg, @ 2014-10-19 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: october 04, dorcas mackenzie, elliot underhill |
October 4, 2014 ; noon
Who: Elliot Underhill and Dorcas Mackenzie
What: Awkward Roommate Time
When: Saturday October 4th, 2014 at around noon
Where: Their shared dorm room, Women's Dorm 102
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed, Incomplete
Move in had been like, two weeks ago and Elliot had felt like she had only met Dorcas just the once. The girl with the bright blue hair had seemed a little odd when they had first met, and their meetings since then had not been more than the nod of acknowledgement, maybe a hello. This was just about what having roommates at the Clinic had been like. Either you were completely estranged, or you were having a frenemy competition, silently judging each other while smiling to each other's faces and encouraging the other to get better when you didn't mean it.
But that's not what Elliot wanted. Despite her shyness and her incapability of being particularly social, she did want friends. She wanted people to like her, and she had that obsessive need to be perfect - good grades, good friends. All outward appearances had to be on the up and up, didn't they? That's how she had always been, and probably how she always would be. There was part of her that wasn't sure she should even be friends with someone like Dorcas - what would everyone else think? But the real part of her, the one that was still hidden deep down under all the treatment and insecurity, thought Dorcas was kinda bad-ass.
And so on Saturday, after another whole week of barely seeing her roommate, she decided it would be a good idea to have some roommate time. She made a nice little lunch, not wanting to disturb her roommate from catching up on sleep or whatever she might have been doing that morning. It wasn't anything special - a pathetic sort of salad, though Dorcas' had more flare - she added a few things to it to make it seem less plain, whereas her own salad consisted of just a few pieces of lettuce, cucumber, and tomato. Nothing else on it. Once the salads were made, she decided to make a little sandwich for Dorcas too - partially stalling, wasting more time as she felt even more nervous - and once that was done (and the iced tea, of course) she knocked on her roommates door.
"D-Dorcas?" She called, chewing on her lower lip. "I made us, um, lunch. If you're hungry."