prettymadness (prettymadness) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-04-14 14:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, elodie, elodie x victoria, victoria |
Who: Elodie and Victoria
When: Late morning, Monday, October 16th
Where: School, Biology
Status: Complete
It was a strange thing, starting school part way through the year. People were more apt to notice her, especially in a small school, though that wasn’t something that bothered Elodie very much. Jasper had given her a ride in his super loud car that morning, but Elodie had been more than happy to flounce off on her own once they made it through the front doors. She wasn’t really dressed to impress anyone on her first day, with her cut off shorts and black tights and boots. Her Bob Marley t-shirt was thin and worn, covered up mostly by the green army jacket that she’d stolen from her dad before moving. She didn’t even like Bob Marley, but the material of the shirt was soft, and so she wore it often. Her hair was clumsily braided into two pigtails and probably the only thing that looked remotely put together was her eye makeup. She loved her eyeliner. If someone asked her what one thing she’d want to have on a stranded island, she would have said her eyeliner pencil. No, she couldn’t do anything useful with it, but at least her eyes would look amazing when she eventually starved to death.
For the most part the morning was okay. Some teachers made her introduce herself, some didn’t. Some kids stared at her, some didn’t. Not many actually spoke to her, and that was okay too. She wouldn’t have spoken to her either. Elodie skipped her first math class and smoked outside in the parking lot, sitting between Jasper’s car and the one beside it, her feet up on the other car’s door. When she finished, she reluctantly returned to school and headed for biology. She couldn’t ditch every class, or she’d end up in trouble and Elodie knew she had to try and get through this year with something of a passing grade so she could graduate and GTFO.
The teacher switched some seats around and had her sitting at one of the tables in the back. There were no desks in biology, but the tables were thick, and black, and had enough room for two seats. The girl she sat beside looked and smelled like popularity. Elodie smelled like nicotine. She left her messenger bag up on the desk, as it was a pretty comfortable pillow if the class got boring.
“So do we get to dissect anything this year?” Elodie asked the girl. “Something bigger than a grasshopper?”
To say that Victoria was pissed about the change in seating arrangements would be an understatement. She’d liked sitting next to Heather, even if she couldn’t flirt her way into the other girl doing the work for her. She was fun to gossip with and brought some of the best drama to the table. The new girl didn’t look like she’d brought anything but a carton of cigarettes and black eyeliner. Victoria would have put more distance between them, but she refused to give up her half of the lab table just so the girl could sprawl out further.
“Frog for sure,” Victoria answered. “Then later, a rat. And I heard from someone that we get to do an eyeball?” She wasn’t sure where that fit in, but it sounded both disgusting and intriguing. The whole dissection thing was weird. The animals smelled gross and she didn’t want to touch them, but there was something fascinating about it at the same time. “You looking forward to it?” She asked, eyebrow raised.
Elodie seemed to light up at the thought of dissecting an eyeball. That sounded fascinating and was a hell of a lot better than a grasshopper, or even a frog. "Not so much the rat," Elodie admitted, tapping her toes against the floor. "I saw enough of their insides living in New York. But I'm not going to ditch the day we slice open an eyeball. For awhile I thought about going to school to become a doctor, mostly because medical students get to dissect dead bodies. Then I'd probably change my major after that to something less expensive. They should have community classes for that kind of stuff. You know, they've got cooking and pottery classes for people to take for fun. Dissection should be offered in a community catalog."
Victoria stuck out her tongue making a face of disgust at the idea of rats on the street, even in New York. That wasn’t something she ever wanted to experience. She could handle blood and gore, so long as it wasn’t her own, but rats were disgusting. But like Elodie, an eyeball sounded interesting, even if she doubted it was a human eye. She stared at Elodie for a moment, wondering if she was just trying to get a reaction out of her. That felt like a statement to shock. “You’d have to get into medical school before they’d ever let you touch a dead body,” she pointed out. “And even then, it’s not really dissection. That would be, like, a coroner, which should be a lot cheaper.” She tapped her pen on the desk, looking Elodie over. “So are you one of those freaks that kills small animals for fun, just so you can dissect them?”
"I could get into medical school," Elodie said confidently. "I'd probably need to get a full ride though, which is doable. Do you have to pay shit back if you drop out though? I'll have to look into it." Elodie plucked a piece of hair off the arm of her coat and began to twist it around the tip of her finger. "Medical students dissect dead bodies. It's all part of getting to know the human body better. It's one thing to look at diagrams in a picture, it's another to see the organs and shit up close and personal. Being a coroner would be fun, since you'd get to go out and see the crime scenes and stuff before an autopsy, but I think they only do autopsies if the families request it or if there are like, questions about the death." She pulled the piece of hair tight around the tip of her finger until her skin began to turn purple. Elodie looked over at Vic and grinned. "What, do you mean am I a serial killer in the making? No. I don't kill things. I'd rather dissect what's already dead. What do you like to do for fun?"
“You think you could get a full ride into medical school,” Victoria said, clearly not believing it. The girl would need to be top of her class now, then maintain that in college. That was a hell of a lot of work just to cut someone up for fun and she didn’t seem the type. “I meant, like, the guy that works in funeral homes. They don’t have to have a medical degree because they’re not reporting on anything. They’re not a medical examiner. Bodies go to them after.” That’s what she’d picked up from tv anyways. She watched as the girl cut off her circulation in her finger. Definitely a freak. “Just want to know who I’m sitting next to,” she said. “I party, like a normal person.” She drank, smoked, fucked, and did the occasional recreational drug. Way more normal than wanting to poke at dead things.
Elodie's lips twitched at the skepticism in Victoria's voice. How did this girl know that Elodie wasn't some kind of genius brain child? She wasn't, but they'd only been talking for what, seven minutes? "Coroners don't perform autopsies unless they're medical examiners," Elodie pointed out. She liked watching morbid television, sure, but she liked to look at morbid shit online too. "Other doctors perform the autopsies and then the coroner comes to a conclusion of death based on their report. Only people with medical licenses get to cut up people." She wasn't really sure what they were even talking about anymore, other than figuring out who got to cut up bodies and who didn't. Her fingertip was slowly growing numb and she finally unraveled the piece of hair from it. "You're sitting next to me," she explained. "My name is Elodie, though that's not as insightful as the delight I find in dissection of dead animals." She wrinkled her nose a bit, as if 'normal' was something of a let down. "How do normal people party, exactly?"
Victoria was sure that there was another profession in there that didn’t require a medical license, the ones past the examination that just prepared the body for burial, but she didn’t know the specifics and didn’t want to push a point when she might be wrong. It didn’t stop her from thinking Elodie was wrong though. “It gives me a name to put with a face, and a great way to identify you,” she said with a fake smile. Elodie, the girl who liked to cut up dead things. “Booze and boys, mostly. Depends on the party.” She wasn’t going into more detail with a girl she’d only just met. “How do you party?”
Elodie returned Vic's bright smile with one of her own, though it was just as insincere. She'd known enough girls like this to know when someone was being fake as fuck, but that was okay. Elodie could be fake as fuck too, when she wanted to be. When she asked how Elodie partied, she flicked the piece of hair away onto the floor. "Depends on where and who I'm with. I mean, alcohol and dick isn't necessarily a party. That could just be a regular weeknight. But that's probably all there is to do in this town, right, so you all call it a party."
“There’s other things to do,” Victoria said, rolling her eyes. “You should go check out the tunnels. People love it down there. It’s, like, a local legend.” She wouldn’t set foot down there, but that was self preservation. She didn’t believe in all that supernatural, voodoo bullshit, but the body count was high enough that it just seemed like a good idea to avoid it. It also seemed like the kind of place Elodie would love. So if she loved it, win for Elodie. If she disappeared, win for Victoria.
Elodie arched a brow at the mention of 'tunnels'. "You're going to tell me there are other things to do and then you mention tunnels. Like, that's the thing you lead with? I mean, that could be because to you, I look more like a 'tunnel' girl than, say, oh, a mall girl or whatever. And that's cool. I bet there's like, a ton of dead animals in the tunnels and I can cut them up or whatever, yeah?" She grinned and finally opened her bag to pull out her notebook since she supposed she ought to be trying to learn and all that. "How many times have you checked out these tunnels?"
“You asked what there was to do. No, we don’t have a club scene around here. Or anything the big cities have. But people still find things to do. To go to the Orion, or the karaoke bar. Or they go to the tunnels, the fallow, or the bridge. Maybe the beach. And they party there. If that’s not good enough for you, don’t worry, you’re not invited,” Victoria said prissily, opening up her notebook, well aware that she’s turned the bitch up to eleven. No reason to even pretend to be civil if Elodie was going to insult her. She couldn’t help it if Point Pleasant was a bore, but she hated feeling like that reflected poorly on her. “The tunnels aren’t my favorite. They’re dark and wet. I personally prefer the beach. But since you’re hung up on dead animals, you could always try the cemetery. See if there’s anything that hasn’t been buried yet.”
Elodie's smile widened, satisfied in a weird way that the phony smile had been replaced by the genuine bitchiness. Veronica was much more interesting now. "You should be a concierge," she suggested, flipping open her notebook before digging in her bag for a pencil or pen. "I don't think they keep dead things just laying around the cemetery, but thanks for the tip. I'll definitely check it out." She was aware that thanks to Veronica she would probably become the 'weird girl who likes dead things' around school, but that was fine. At least she would be someone, right? Wasn't that what everyone wanted? "I have a feeling we're going to be great biology partners this year."
Victoria’s eyes narrowed, not used to that kind of response from her attitude, but it just went to show how much Elodie underestimated her… or how very weird she really was. “Have fun,” she said, rolling her eyes. She didn’t actually expect them to run into each other socially, so it was just biology they were going to have to get through together. The plus would be that Elodie could easily do the dissections for her. They seemed to be her thing. “Just perfect,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. At least things wouldn’t be boring, but that wouldn’t stop her from complaining, as usual.